"You are not afraid, are you?" she asked.
"Afraid of what?"—adroitly.
"I was right in waiting for you,"—simply.
Maybe; that remained to be seen.
We crossed under the Sixth Avenue "L," and the roar of a passing train silenced us for a time. Who was I, anyway? Where were we going? Why didn't she call me by some first name? So far she hadn't given me a clue to anything. An idea came to me.
"Are you wise in taking me there to-night?" I asked. This was very cunning of me.
She coughed slightly and peered from the window. "Ten blocks more!
