York St., or at the Canoe Club; either would provide an easy landing.
They must be well across the bay now; but it was hard to say just where
they would come in. Ordinarily he could have steered by the
illuminated dial of the City Hall clock and the spire of St. James';
but the fog obliterated all landmarks.

They were both very damp from exposure to the mist, but it is doubtful
if either of them was aware of it. He made several further attempts to
discover her identity without avail; at every turn she evaded him
skillfully and it was beginning to look as if she would step ashore and
vanish into the fog without leaving behind her a single clue for him to
follow. This illusiveness was an added spur to his desire to know this
girl. He did not believe that she was a married woman at all. It was
a conclusion which seemed to be justified by her elaborate precautions
to make him think otherwise. Because of some foolish notion of the
conventions she intended to go as she had come, taking advantage of the
fog to write down the night's adventure in a book which must be closed
to him for all time and forgotten.

Deliberately Phil held back the canoe. They were within a few strokes
of the landing now.

"Listen to me very carefully," he began. "I am going to ask you for
the last time to tell me your name or the name of some friend whom I
can get to introduce me to you properly. Isn't that fair? I have told
you the truth about myself and will hand you my card to prove it. You
must play equally fair with me or----"

"Or what?" she demanded haughtily as he hesitated.

"Or--well, take the consequences," he finished lamely.

"Which are--? Be explicit, Mr. Kendrick."

"Well, I might turn around and paddle you back to the Island and leave
you there, for one thing. The circumstances are not such as entitle
you to the consideration I have shown you. For all I know, you may be
an ordinary crook. Think it over, madam. Is there any reason why I
should not call you 'kiddo' and help myself to a kiss? Is there?"

"Yes--the fact that Philip Kendrick is a gentleman. I dare you to
prove it otherwise!"

"It is kind of you. If you are so sure of it, why won't you give me a
chance? Come on, be a sport. I will promise anything you wish to meet
you legitimately, and I really would regret it very much if I
thought----"

"I have told you already that it is impossible," she interrupted
coldly. "I always understood it was a