And I suspect you'd even marry." "There are grounds," said Gatewood guardedly, "for your suspicions.

_Et apres ?_" "Good.

Then there's a way! I know--" "Oh, don't tell me you 'know a girl,' or anything like that!" began Gatewood sullenly.

"I've heard that before, and I won't meet her." "I don't want you to; I don't know anybody.

All I desire to say is this: I do know a way.