"No."

"Then how do you know it was Millard?"

"I don't know," Eph rejoined. "But there are mighty few women as tall
as Millard. Besides, this one had rather a long foot, and wore rubbers.
I noticed that. Huh! This makes me feel like thirty tacks!"

"How did you meet her--or him?" asked Ridder.

"I was crossing a street, maybe eight blocks from here," Eph replied,
"and I saw that tall woman, in gray, slip on the crossing. There was
a street car coming, and she gave a little yell. I got to 'her' just
in time to pull 'her' out of the way of the trolley and to set 'her'
on 'her' feet again. Then I picked up 'her' dress suit case. It
struck me that the one I supposed to be a woman was on the point of
speaking to me when he--she--seemed to see my uniform and then get a
look at my face. Then the party, whether it was he or she, made signs
to show that he, or she, was deaf and dumb. The suit case was heavy,
so I offered to tote it along, as I was headed the same way. I thought
it was the least I could do for a woman who had just had a great shock.
If that was Millard--and I'd bet a torpedo boat it was--how he must
have chuckled over the idea of having one of the submarine boys carry
his bag for him."

"How far did you go with this 'lady'?" asked the Lieutenant Ridder, with
a faint touch of sarcasm.

"Two blocks," replied Eph.