"That number, sir, so far as I am concerned," Ensign Darrin answered, tranquilly, "is a woman's secret."
"It is a secret which I have a right to know," Lieutenant Cantor went on pressingly.
"The number, sir, I would not dream of giving you without the permission of the young woman herself," Darrin answered, slowly. "As I do not even know her name, it is unlikely that I shall be able to secure that permission."
"Darrin, it is my right to receive an answer to my question," insisted Cantor, his eyes glittering coldly.
"You will have to find out from some one other than myself, then," was Dave's calm answer.
"Darrin, you force me to tell you more than I really ought to tell. I am going to marry that young woman!"
"Is the young woman aware of your intentions, sir?" Dave demanded, quietly.
"Yes! Darrin, I tell you, I am going to marry that young woman, and it is most imperative that I should see her as early as possible. Give me the number of that taxicab, and I can find the driver and learn where he took her. Now, what are you smiling at, Darrin?"
"It struck me, sir, that you should already know the address of a young woman whom you are engaged to marry."
Lieutenant Cantor repressed an exclamation of impatience and bit his lips.