your back, and I could only hear indistinctly." "Well, it started by a man galloping up and insisting that you had got into the cab. He was a fellow with the appearance of a before-using advertisement of an anti-fat medicine and the manners of a ring-tailed chimpanzee." The girl nodded. "Then it was Percy! I knew I wasn't mistaken." "Percy?" "That is his name." "It would be! I could have betted on it." "What happened then?" "I reasoned with the man, but didn't seem to soothe him, and finally he made a grab for the door-handle, so I knocked off his hat, and while he was retrieving it we moved on and escaped." The girl gave another silver peal of laughter. "Oh, what a shame I couldn't see it. But how resourceful of you! How did you happen to think of it?" "It just came to me," said George modestly. A serious look came into the girl's face. The smile died out of her eyes. She shivered. "When I think how some men might have behaved in your place!" "Oh, no. Any man would have done just what I did. Surely, knocking off Percy's hat was an act of simple courtesy which anyone would have performed automatically!" "You might have been some awful bounder. Or, what would have been almost worse, a slow-witted idiot who would have stopped to ask questions before doing anything. To think I should have had the luck to pick you out of all London!" "I've been looking on it as a piece of luck--but entirely from my viewpoint." She put a small hand on his arm, and spoke earnestly. "Mr. Bevan, you mustn't think that, because I've been laughing a good deal and have seemed to treat all this as a joke, you haven't