With a new resolve, she looked him straight in the eyes.
"You can do me a great service--a very great service," she said, quietly, in her soft, clear voice.
The man looked at her in slow inquiry.
"Oh, I know you are surprised," she added, quickly.

"I know this seems unusual--" She paused in momentary hesitation.
The Mystic appeared distressed.
"My--my duty--" he broke in, uneasily.

"My duty is to--" But she checked him suddenly.
[Illustration: "I AM IN NEED OF HELP ...

AND YOU CAN HELP ME"] "Charity is greater than duty!" she said, in a low, impressive tone.

By the same feminine intuition that had made her discard her purse, she saw that by a semi-mystical appeal--and by that alone--could she hope to succeed.