"My God! You are superb! Magnificent!" muttered the man involuntarily. "I would give my life to be worthy of such a woman!"
Faith's arm dropped suddenly, and she drew away with a gasp. There was a look in the man's face that frightened her for a moment.
"You have taught me a lesson," he said, almost hoarsely. "I thank you, child, and I bid you good-evening."
"But the number," cried Faith, as he was turning away. "You wished me to direct you to a certain number."
"Never mind it now. I can find it," was the answer.
He was walking swiftly away in the darkness of the street, when a figure approached him from the opposite direction.
The two met directly under the gas lamp where Faith had been standing a moment before, and as they met Faith heard a sharp exclamation.
Her sharp eyes recognized the newcomer at once. It was no other than Bob Hardy, the store detective.