Her skin was too fair for Spanish blood to flow beneath it. She looked French and had something of the French frankness. Canadian? I dared not ask her any more questions. There was only one thing to do, and, though I shrank from the suggestion, it had to be made. "It is evident that you must go somewhere to-night," I said. "I have two rooms on Tenth Street which I am vacating to-morrow. They are poorly furnished, but there is clean linen; and if you will occupy them for the night I can go elsewhere, and I will call for you at nine in the morning." She smiled at me gratefully--she did not seem surprised at all. "You have some baggage?" I asked. "No, _monsieur_," she answered. She _was_ French, then--Canadian-French, I had no doubt. I was hardly surprised at her answer. I had ceased to be surprised at anything she told me. "To-morrow I shall show you where to make some purchases, then," I said. "And now, _mademoiselle_, suppose we take a taxicab." As her hand tightened upon my arm I saw a man standing on the west side of Broadway and staring intently at us. He was of a singular appearance. He wore a fur coat with a collar of Persian lamb, and on his head was a black lambskin cap such as is worn in colder climates, but it seldom seen in New York. He looked about thirty years of age, he had an aspect decidedly foreign, and I imagined that he was scowling at us malignantly. I was not sure that this surmise was not due to an over-active imagination, but I was determined to get away from the man's scrutiny, so I called a taxicab and gave the driver my address. "Go through some side streets and go fast," I said. The fellow nodded. He understood my motive, though I fear he may have misinterpreted the circumstances. We entered, and the girl nestled back against the comfortable cushions, and we drove at a furious speed, dodging down side streets at a rate that should have defied pursuit. During the drive I instructed my companion emphatically. "Since you have no friends here, you must have confidence in me, _mademoiselle_," I said. "And you are my friend? Well, _monsieur_, be sure I trust you," she answered. "You must listen to me attentively, then," I continued. "You must not admit anybody to the apartment until I ring to-morrow. I have the key, and I shall arrive at nine and ring, and then unlock the door. But take no notice of the bell. You understand?" "Yes, _monsieur_," she answered wearily. Her eyelids drooped; I saw that she was very sleepy. When the taxicab deposited us in front of the house, I glanced hastily up and down the road. There was another cab at the east end of the street, but I could not discern if it were approaching me or stationary. I opened the front door quickly and admitted my companion, then preceded her up the uncarpeted stairs to my little apartment on the top floor. I was the only tenant in the house, and therefore there would be no cause for embarrassment.