At the lower landing she paused to tear Jimmy's card to atoms and drop them in a waste basket which was standing there.

Even his card might betray him, for it was not an elegant correct bit of engraved board like the Lieutenant's.

It was a large square card inscribed by a professional penman; the kind who sets up stands on street corners or in convenient doorways, and executes showy scrolls and tendrils in the way of initial letters "while you wait." As the door closed behind A.O., Elise sent her book flying across the room, and the next moment was groping under the bed for a dress-box which she had hidden there.

A blond wig that she had bought while in Washington for next week's tableaux tumbled out first, with a motley collection of borrowed articles, which she had been at great pains to procure.
Laughing so that she could hardly dress, Elise began to make a hurried change.

Five minutes later she stood before the glass completely disguised.