Though I know her well, and her family, too, I do not know where to look for them in New York." Dave, without a word, turned as though to walk toward Broadway.
"Give me that taxi's number," insisted the stranger.
"I won't," Dave returned, flatly.
"Give me that number, or-----" "Or what ?" drawled Darrin halting and glancing contemptuously at the furious face before him.
"Or I'll pound the number out of you!" came the ugly challenge.
"Go ahead," Dave invited, coolly.

"I don't mind a fight in the least, though perhaps you would, for I see a policeman coming up the street.

He would be bound to arrest both of us.

Perhaps you have better reasons than I have for not courting the activities of the police." It was plain that a fearful, even though brief struggle, took place in the stranger's mind before he made reply to Dave's taunt.
"I'll find you again, and the next time you shall not get off so easily," muttered the other.

"Depend upon it, I shall see you again!" With that the stranger walked toward Broadway.