It then appeared that this young lady who claimed to be an American still retained a considerable share of the fiery Latin temperament. "Treat you so!" she burst out. "Treat you so! How about the way you treat me! I showed you as plainly as I could that I didn't want you to come. What do you wish me to suppose when you come anyway? Do you wish to remind me that it is your cab, and you have a right to come?" "But why?" stammered poor Greg. "What have I done since earlier to-night. Why didn't you want me to come?" "Need you ask that?" "I must ask it. What have I done?" "Nothing. Men can be very dense when they wish to be!" "I don't understand. Unless I have offended you in some way----" "Well, I can't be riding around in taxi-cabs at one o'clock in the morning with a strange man, can I?" "Oho!" said Greg, a great light breaking upon him. "But that's ridiculous!" he added presently. "Thank you," she said acidly. "But you rode around with me the other night later than this and thought nothing of it." "That was different." "And if we are engaged together in a serious affair, it _is_ ridiculous to say that we may not be alone together." "Oh, if you wish to be insulting now----" The inconsistency of the reason she gave was such that Greg saw at once that she had some other reason. It turned a little knife in his breast. "I think I understand," he said bitterly. "What do you think you understand?" "You did not tell me your whole story to-night." "I told you everything that bore upon the affair of my uncle and Francisco." "You did not tell me you were engaged." "What has that got to do with it?" "You are engaged then?" "Well--yes." Greg groaned inwardly. Up to this moment he had been consoling himself with the assurance that the Castilian youth might have been lying. It was she who broke the next long silence. "What difference does that make?" "A great deal to me." She perversely chose to misunderstand him. "Do you mean that you don't care to help an engaged girl?" "I don't mean that at all," said Greg indignantly. "What do you mean then?" "Am I no more to you than a kind of detective to be dropped as soon as this case is done with?" he demanded bitterly. "Perhaps you expect to pay me for my services and let me go." "If you're going to be hateful I don't know what to say." "Neither do I," said Greg gloomily. "I guess there is nothing to be said." Once more it was she who could not support the silence. "Who told you I was engaged?" she demanded. "He did. The young man. I don't know his name." "Where did you ever meet him?" "In the Meriden. After he left you day before yesterday. I followed him into the bar and managed to get into conversation with him. I was trying then to find some way of getting into communication with you. He volunteered the information about being engaged to you. It came out of the clear sky to me."