THE BRASS BOWL
was deferential at his elbow: "Call a cab, at once, please."
"Certainly, sir."
The rest of the corps of servants was at the other end of the big room. Anisty made certain that they were not watching, then stealthily passed the canvas bag to the girl. She bent her head, bestowing it in her hand-bag.
"You have made me … happy, Dan," came tremulously from beneath the hat-brim.
Whatever doubts may have assailed him when it was too late, by that remark were effaced, silenced. Who could mistrust her sincerity? …
"Then when and where may I see you again?" he demanded.
"The same place."
It was a bold move; but she was standing; the waiter was back, announcing the cab in waiting, and he dared not protest. Yet his pat riposte commanded her admiration.
"No. Too risky. If they are watching here, they may be there, too." He shook his head de-
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