"Most certainly."
Happily, bouyantly they went toward the ballroom, while Heinric von Lertz stared after them.
"I wonder what that idiotic Yankee meant by a 'bomb of happiness,'" he mused, "Could he have known what I was plotting?"
The thought brought back the memory of that card. Once again he glanced at it, then tore it to bits and stuffed it in his pocket. Then, throwing his coat to the check boy, he strode toward the ballroom.
"At any rate," he growled under his breath, "they haven't stopped preparations at the shack."
And at the same moment, the taxicab containing the old bomb maker had drawn to the curbing, forty blocks away, where another cab stood waiting. A figure came forth from the darkness and peered into the first cab.
"Are you there, Kroner?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Everything's safe. Why don't you hurry?"
"There's no need. I didn't use the bomb."