"Doped? Why--what didn't I do?" I asked him.

"That's just it," he said, looking at me curiously; but I could
feel his disappointment in me.

"You didn't do anything--not a blasted thing more than you were
told to do. The world's full of supers that can do that."

For just a minute I forgot the diamond.

"Then--it's a mistake? You were wrong and--and I can't be an
actress?"

He threw back his head before he answered, puffing a mouthful of
smoke up at the ceiling, as he did the night he caught me. The
gesture itself seemed to remind him of what had made him think in
the first place he could make an actress of me. For he laughed
down at me, and I saw he remembered.

"Well," he said, "we'll wait and see. . . I was mistaken,
though, sure enough, about one thing that night."
I looked up at him.

"You're a darn sight prettier than I thought you were. The gold
brick you sold me isn't all--"

He put out his hand to touch my chin. I side-stepped, and he
turned laughing to the stage.

But he called after me.