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"Well I know it Perhaps now I have one of steel"

"Many sparks do not ood?"

"I spent my boyhood in Paris; some of it Her address, if you please" He

produced a crisp note for a hundred francs "Do you want it?"

She did not answer at once Presently she opened her purse, found a stubby

pencil and a slip of paper, and wrote "There it is, Monsieur" She held

out her hand for the bank-note which, with a sense of baffleave

her She folded the note and stowed it aith the pencil

"Thank you," said Courtlandt "Odd paper, though" He turned it over "Ah,

I understand You copy music"

"Yes, Monsieur"

This time the nervous flicker of her eyes did not escape hi for the opera, perhaps?"

"Yes, that is it"

The eagerness of the admission convinced him that she was not Who she was

or whence she had coer excited his interest He had the

Calabrian's address and he was iht" He rose

"Monsieur is not gallant"

"I was inon his hat

The bald rudeness of his departure did not disturb her She laughed softly

and relievedly Indeed, there was in the laughter an essence of mischief

However, if he carried away a mystery, he left one behind