"Certainly I do," answered his companion; "her name is Mary Crilly, and
she is living with a family on Logan Place."
"Can't you introduce me?" inquired Vinton anxiously.
"Yes, if you want me to; that's my sister she is talking to now, they
are fast friends, and Mary will probably spend the evening at our house.
Come along, and perhaps you will lose your heart."
The apples had certainly fallen right into his lap, and fortune had
favored him this time, if never before.
Stepping up with his friend, Vinton was soon made acquainted with the
pretty young domestic, and in a short time afterward was walking by her
side in the direction of his friend's house, where Mary was to spend the
afternoon and evening.
Strange as it may appear, young Vinton, when not on duty, associated
freely with his companions, not one of whom suspected the business in
which he was engaged. They only knew that he was employed in an office
"down town," and that frequently he was required to be absent from the
city for weeks. In a large city, however, there is not the same
inclination to inquire about the private affairs of one's neighbors, and
hence he had been able, for prudential reasons, to avoid announcing his
real occupation, and was not compelled to make a social hermit of
himself because of his profession.
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