"It is our secret now. New York is very rich. When it discovers that one word—or its synonym of four letters—it will be infinitely richer in every way."
The reporters brightened up. They saw columns and columns of guesses. But the Cardinal looked thoughtful. Then he said to H. R.:
"Come and see me again."
"Thank you. I will, your Eminence."
The Cardinal bowed his head gravely and H. R. and the newspaper men left.
"Are you a Catholic?" the World man asked.
"No," answered H. R., doubtfully.
"All roads lead to Rome," interrupted Lubin, with a sneer.
"Excepting one, Lubin," said H. R., pleasantly. "Keep on going, my boy. It's nice and warm there."