"Five letters? Is it in English?" smiled the Cardinal.
"It is in every good English dictionary. I think the dictionary is the only place in which I can find it nowadays."
"Oh no, my son." And the Cardinal shook his head in kindly dissent.
"Reverend sir, I said anybody with brains could guess it."
"It was not an ingenuous question, Mr. Rutgers."
"It was a coupon that entitled anybody who held it to answer the question and get ten thousand dollars. It was part of a ticket for which the holder paid twenty-five cents to feed a starving fellow-being. But what I wish you to do is to assure the reporters that it was a legitimate question. The word is Anima."
"I knew it."
"Because you use it every day."
"But your condition—"
"New York's condition, your Eminence," corrected H. R., politely. "I said the synonym, soul, would answer. Nobody won the ten thousand dollars. New York will cudgel its brains because it did not win the ten thousand dollars. In searching for the missing word it may find something more precious—the missing soul."