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Joan Carew reflected. Then her face cleared. "I know," she exclaimed. "I was at the opera." "And what was being given?" "The Jewels of the Madonna." Hanaud nodded his head. To Ricardo it seemed that he had expected precisely that answer. "Now," he continued, "you are sure that you have seen this man?" "Yes." "Very well," said Hanaud. "There is a game you play at children's parties—is there not?—animal, vegetable, or mineral, and always you get the answer. Let us play that game for a few minutes, you and I." Joan Carew drew up her chair to the table and sat with her chin propped upon her hands and her eyes fixed on Hanaud's face. As he put each question she pondered on it and answered. If she answered doubtfully he pressed it. "You crossed on the Lucania from New York?" "Yes." "P