“I have a table for you, Mr. Duncan,” he said.
“There will be three of us,” announced Bruce.
They sat at the table, and puffed at cigarettes. Bruce Duncan’s eyes were toward the door. Suddenly he arose, and left the dining room.
He returned a minute later. Harry looked up to see him approaching with a young woman as his companion. Rising from the table, Harry turned to meet the new arrival. It had never occurred to him that Bruce Duncan’s friend might be a girl!
“Miss DeLand, may I present Mr. Vincent — “
Harry was staring in amazement before Bruce Duncan had completed the introduction.
The young woman was the one who had come to his assistance last night, in the Pink Rat!
He had seen her at a distance then; now, at close vision, she appeared more beautiful than before. Harry was positive of her identity; and he fancied that he saw a gleam of recognition in the girl’s eyes.
Harry quickly regained his composure.
“Haven’t I met you before?” he questioned.