"I don't know that it's wise for me to tell you on this short acquaintance."
"Short? Yes. I suppose it is. But, you see, I know you. And if I can help Mr. Ralston, why I will."
"Thank you," said Ralston. The words sounded entirely malapropos and inadequate. "Tell me, then—tell me where to find John Steadman."
Instantly the girl's whole manner changed and she drew back.
"Steadman!" she exclaimed uneasily.
"Yes, Steadman! John Steadman. I must find him to-night!"
"You can't!" she cried in some agitation. "You can't. I've no business to tell you even that, but you can't."
Ralston's face settled into a grim mask.
"I will!" he answered steadily. "And you're going to help me."
"I can't, Mr. Ralston. I can't. I don't know where he is."