to-night!"

"I'll do nothing of the sort. I'll send it to-morrow morning,--by
messenger, if you like,--and if you'll promise not to ask the
messenger who sent it."

"I'll promise that if you so ordain. I guess I can play cricket!"

"All right then; now listen, yourself. I shall send you three
pictures. You pick out the one you think I am, and take it to Marie,
and if you are right, she'll invite me. She knows me well enough,
but she can't recognise me from your description."

"I don't think it's fair for you to play that way; but I'm dead sure
I can pick out your picture from the three."

"All right then; good-night!" And Patty hung up the receiver with a
snap.

Then she lay back in her big chair and indulged in a series of
giggles.

"Sam Weller says," she said, to herself, "that the great art of
letter writing is to break off suddenly and make 'em wish they was
more,--and I expect that applies equally well to telephoning."

And she was quite right, for the impatient young man at the other
end of the wire was chagrined indeed when the connection was cut
off. He was too honourable to use any forbidden means of discovering
Patty's identity, and so would not ask to see any telephone records,