ten-thirty. That would be early enough for my needs. And now to route
out a costumer. All I needed was a grey mask. I had in my apartments
a Capuchin's robe and cowl. I rose, lighting a cigarette.

The girl looked up from her coffee.

"Back to the dime-museum?"--banteringly.

"I have a few minutes to spare," said I.

"By the way, I forgot to ask you what card you drew."

"It was the ten of hearts."

"The ten of hearts?" Her amazement was not understandable.

"Yes, the ten of hearts; Cupid and all that."

She recovered her composure quickly.

"Then you will not blow up the post-office to-night?"

"No," I replied, "not to-night."

"You have really and truly aroused my curiosity. Tell me, what does
the ten of hearts mean to you?"

I gazed thoughtfully down at her. Had I truly mystified her? There
was some doubt in my mind.