"I see the young lady is annoyed," continued the magician. "In that
case I must try to repair damages. I made a little mistake in
supposing the handkerchief to be noncombustible. However, perhaps
matters are not so bad as they seem."

He tossed the handkerchief behind a screen, and moved forward to a
table on which was a neat box. Taking a small key from his pocket, he
unlocked it and drew forth before the astonished eyes of his audience
the handkerchief intact.

"I believe this is your handkerchief, is it not?" he asked, stepping
down from the platform and handing it back to Rose.

"Yes," answered Rose, in amazement, examining it carefully, and unable
to detect any injury.

"And it is in as good condition as when you gave it to me?"

"Yes, sir."

"So much the better. Then I shall not be at the expense of buying a
new one. Young man, have you any objections to lending me your hat?"

This question was addressed to Ben.

"No, sir."

"Thank you. I will promise not to burn it, as I did the young lady's
handkerchief. You are sure there is nothing in it?"