"I daresay I shall!" And Harrington smiled-"Don't you worry! I'm too old a hand to get myself or anybody else into trouble! But I'll wager you anything that your simple school-girl is the author!" He went back then and there to the office of his big newspaper and wrote a guarded little note as follows:-- "DEAR MISS ARMITAGE, I wonder if you remember a grumpy old fellow who travelled with you on your first journey to London rather more than a year ago? You never told me your name, but I kept a note of the address you gave through me to your taxi-driver, and through that address I have just by chance heard that you and the Miss Armitage who corrected the proofs of a wonderful book recently published are one and the same person. May I call and see you? Yours sincerely, JOHN HARRINGTON." He waited impatiently for the answer, but none came for several days. At last he received a simple and courteous "put off," thus expressed:-- "DEAR MR. HARRINGTON, I remember you very well--you were most kind, and I am grateful for your thought of me. But I hope you will not think me rude if I ask you not to call. I am living as a paying guest with an old lady whose health is not very strong and who does not like me to receive visitors, and you can understand that I try not to inconvenience her in any way. I do hope you are well and successful. Yours sincerely, ENA ARMITAGE." He folded up the note and put it in his pocket. "That finishes me very decisively!" he said, with a laugh at himself for his own temerity. "Who is it says a woman cannot keep a secret? She can, and will, and does!--when it suits her to do so! Never mind, Miss Armitage! I shall find you out when, you least expect it--never fear!"