makes you think so?"     

       "I know who took you in to dinner."     

       The eyes of the girl narrowed slightly at the corners.     

       "Did he tell you?"     

       "No, I have neither seen nor heard from anyone present." She opened her eyes wide, now.     

       "Well, Mr. S. Holmes, who was it?"     

       "That imbecile, Medford."     

       Miss Cable sat up very straight in the trap; her little chin went up in the air; she even went so far as to make a pretence of curbing the impatience of her horse.     

       "Mr. Medford was most entertaining—he was the life of the dinner,"       she returned somewhat severely.     

       "He's a professional!"     

       "An actor!" she cried incredulously.     

       "No, a professional diner-out. Wasn't that rich young Jackson there?"     

       "Why, yes; but do tell me how you knew?" The girl was softening a little, her curiosity aroused.     

       "Of course I will," he said boyishly, at once pleased with himself and his sympathetic audience. "About five-thirty I happened to be in the club. Medford was there, and as usual catering to Jackson, when the latter was called to the 'phone. Naturally, I put two and two together." He paused to more thoroughly enjoy the look of utter mystification that hovered on the girl's countenance. It was very apparent that this method of deduction through addition was unsatisfying. "What Jackson said to Medford, on his return," the young man continued, "I did not hear; but from the expression on the listener's face I could have wagered that an invitation had been extended and accepted. Oh, we boys have got it down fine! Garrison is—-"     

       "And who is Garrison?"     

       "Garrison is the head door man at the club. It's positively amazing the    

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