"Well, let's call it a draw. If you take me at face value, I'll take
you at the same rating. Anyhow, we can risk going to supper
together."
"Well, somewhere to a quiet place. Don't take me where you are
known, Captain Latham."
"No?" He was puzzled again. "But, then, I am not known anywhere in
Boston."
"All the better. I ought not to lend myself in any way to making you
possible future trouble."
"I do not understand you, Miss Macklin."
He sat up suddenly on the bench to look at her more sharply. There
was an underlying, but important, meaning to her speech.
"I know you do not understand," she rejoined gently. She sighed. "I
must make you clearly see just who I am and the risk you run in
associating with me."
"The risk I run!"
He uttered the words in both amazement and ridicule.
"You do not quite understand, Captain Latham," she repeated in the
same gentle tone.
There was no raillery in her voice now. She was altogether serious.
Her eyes, luminous, yet darkly unfathomable, were held full upon his
face. He felt rather than saw that she was under a mental strain.
The revelation she was about to make throbbed in her voice when she
spoke again.
"You do not quite understand.
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