"Nothing doing in the heiress business," replied the adventurer. "I couldn't stand the exposure."
"They were cold, eh?"
"Yep! They weathered me out."
"Did you really meet any of those people?"
"Sure! I met 'em all, but I didn't catch their names. I 'made' one before I'd gone a mile—tall, slim party, with cracked ice in her voice."
Boyd looked up quickly. "Did you introduce yourself?"
"As Chancy De Benville, that's all. How is that for a drawing-room monaker? She fell for the name all right, but there must have been something phony about the clothes. That's the trouble with this park harness; if I'd wore my 'soup and fish' and my two-gallon hat, I'd have passed for a gentleman sure. I'm strong for those evening togs. I see another one later; a little Maduro colored skirt with a fat nose."
"Miss Berry."
"I'm glad to meet her. I officed her out of a rowboat and told her I
was Mr. Yonkers of New York. We was breezing along on the bit till
Clyde broke it up. He called me Fraser, and it was cold in a minute.
Fraser is a cheap name, anyhow; I'm sorry I took it."
"Do you mean to say it isn't your real name?" asked his companion, in genuine bewilderment.