But one does not talk of love on eight hours'
acquaintance. Besides, you would be taking advantage of my
helplessness; for I really depend upon you to see me safe back to New
York. It is only the romance, the adventure; and such moonlight nights
often superinduce sentimentality. What do you know of me? Nothing.
What do I know of you? Nothing, save that there is a kindred spirit
which is always likely to lead us into trouble. Down in your heart you
know you are only temporarily affected by moonshine. Come, make me a
toast!"--lifting her cup.
"You are right," said I. "I am a gentleman. But it was only
consistent that, having been the fool, I should now play the ass.
Here's!"--and I held up my cup.
But neither of us drank; there wasn't time.
For the door opened quietly, and in walked the two men we had seen upon
entering the Inn. One of them gently closed the door and locked it.
One was in soiled every-day clothes, the other in immaculate evening
dress. The latter doffed his opera hat with the most engaging smile
imaginable. The girl and I looked up at him in blank bewilderment, and
set our cups down so mechanically that the warm amber liquid spattered
on the table-cloth.
Galloping Dick and the affable inspector of the cellars stood before us!
VIII
"The unexpected always happens," began the pseudo-detective, closing
his hat, drawing off his gloves and stuffing them into a pocket.
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