"And suppose, Miss Gray, that I refuse to leave you, or to let you go, now that I have you here, unless you give me more of your confidence? What then?"
"The other night," she said slowly, "you informed me, among other things, that you were a gentleman. I believed the other things."
He did not answer for a moment—and then he smiled whimsically.
"You score, Miss Gray," he murmured.
"Good night, then!" she said again. "I will go by the alley here; you by the street."
"No! Wait!" he said gravely. "If nothing will change your mind—and I shall not be importunate, for, as we have met three times now through the same peculiar chain of circumstances, I know we shall meet again—I have something to tell you, before you go. As you already know, I went to Gypsy Nan's the night after I first saw you, because I felt you needed help. I went there in the hope that she would know where to find you, and, failing in that, I left a message for you in the hope that, since she had tricked Rorke in your behalf, you would find means of communicating with her again. But all that is entirely changed now. Your participation in that Hayden-Bond affair the other night makes Gypsy Nan's place the last in all New York to which you should go."
Rhoda Gray stared through the semi-darkness, suddenly startled, searching the Adventurer's face.
"What do you mean?" she demanded quickly.
"Just this," he answered. "That where before I hoped you would go there, I have spent nearly all the time since then in haunting the vicinity of Gypsy Nan's house to warn you away in case you should try to reach her."
"I—I don't understand," she said a little uncertainly.
