“Do you know them?” he asked.

“I—­suspect them,” she replied.

“So do I,” he almost gasped, “and with good reason.  I have just found something in my pocket.”

“In your pocket?”

“Yes, quite a bulky package.  I did not notice it until this moment.”

“But how—­”

“Don’t ask me how it got there.  It’s just—­there.  I did not even know there was a pocket in this cloak I wore.  Whoever put the package there was more clever than I.”

“But what is it?”

“I’m going to look—­Cora.”

“Cora?  Then you know me—­Ed?”

“As you do me.  Of course.  Did you think you could deceive me?”

“I—­I hoped to.  But the package—­what does, it contain?”

“We will look—­together.”

He led her to a dangling electric light, drew, something from the folds of his cloak, and unwrapped the paper.  Then he gave an exclamation of surprise.

“Ten thousand dollars of my missing bonds!” he whispered.

“Really, Ed?”

He extended them to her.

“Oh, Ed!  I’m so glad!”

“So am I, yet I have been suspecting it.”

“Suspecting it?”

“Yes.  I may as well admit it, of late I have not worried about my loss.  Recently I have been convinced that it would come back.  And you see I was right.”

“But this is only half of it.”

“I know, but the rest will come.  It is not so easy to return the cash.”

“But who could have slipped it into your pocket?”

“Don’t you know?  Can’t you guess—­after what we heard?”

“The—­the nun?”

“Exactly.”

“And she is—­”

“That is a mystery—­as yet, but I have my suspicions.  She brushed past me in a crowd, and I thought I felt her hand upon my velvet cloak, but as I never suspected the garment contained a pocket, I gave it no further thought.  Had I the remotest idea—­what had happened there might have been a disturbance.  But the talk we heard just now gave me a clue.”

“Hush!” exclaimed Cora, and she shivered slightly in her rather thin costume.  “Here come Paul and Belle.  I have penetrated their disguises.  Isn’t Paul splendid as Marc Anthony? and Belle makes a perfectly classical Psyche.”

“And Walter?” asked Ed with a veiled hint of jealousy in his tones.

“It was horrid of him to play the clown.”

“But I like him best in some such humble role,” spoke Ed.

“I wish you had not discovered me,” went on Cora.  “It would be such fun to hear things, and say things, in some other character than ourselves.”

“But I could not find, even in the Rosebud, a fairer type than that of Jack’s real sister,” he replied gallantly.

“There’s the supper gong!” exclaimed Cora; “and I must hurry away, as I have my duties to look after.  Oh, but I’m so glad about the money.  I wish it were all back.  Are you going to make this public?”