powder your nose, Miss
Brandeis. And don't hurry. I want you to enjoy this drive."

On her way up in the elevator Fanny thought, "He has lost his waistline.
Now, that couldn't have happened in a month. Queer I didn't notice it
before. And he looks soft. Not enough exercise."

When she rejoined them she was freshly bloused and gloved and all traces
of the tell-tale red had vanished from her eyelids. Fifth avenue was
impossible. Their car sped up Madison avenue, and made for the Park. The
Plaza was a jam of tired marchers. They dispersed from there, but there
seemed no end to the line that still flowed up Fifth avenue. Fenger
seemed scarcely to see it. He had plunged at once into talk of the
European trip. Fanny gave him every detail, omitting nothing. She
repeated all that her letters and cables had told. Fenger was more
excited than she had ever seen him. He questioned, cross-questioned,
criticized, probed, exacted an account of every conversation. Usually
it was not method that interested him, but results. Fanny, having
accomplished the thing she had set out to do, had lost interest in it
now. The actual millions so glibly bandied in the Haynes-Cooper plant
had never thrilled her. The methods by which they were made possible
had.

Ella had been listening with the shrewd comprehension of one who admires
the superior art of a fellow craftsman.

"I'll say this, Mr. Fenger. If I could make you look like that, by going
to Europe and putting it over those foreign boys, I'd feel I'd earned
a year's salary right there, and quit. Not to speak of the
cross-examination you're putting her through."

Fenger laughed, a little self-consciously. "It's just that I want to be
sure it's real. I needn't tell you how important this trick is that Miss
Brandeis has just turned." He turned to Fanny, with a boyish laugh. "Now
don't pose. You know you can't be as bored as you look."

"Anyway," put in Ella, briskly, "I move that the witness step down. She
may not be bored, but she certainly must be tired, and she's beginning
to look it. Just lean back, Fanny, and let the green of this park soak
in. At that, it isn't so awfully green, when you get right close, except
that one stretch of meadow. Kind of ugly, Central Park, isn't it? Bare."

Fanny sat forward. There was more sparkle in her face than at any time
during the drive. They were skimming along those green-shaded drives
that are so sophisticatedly sylvan.

"I used to think it was