CHAPTER X
"So that was your surprise for me," he said, taking her hand.
She smiled, a strange and, to him, an unnatural smile, made so by the rouged lips and painted face. Had it not been for the sound of her voice he would have doubted if the girl before him, still holding his hand while the others scrutinized him, was Consuello.
"Speak, or I won't know it's you," he said.
"Were you really surprised?" she asked.
"Beyond words," he assured her.
She turned to the man with the horn-rim spectacles.
"That is all?" she inquired.
"All for today, Miss Carrillo, thank you," she was answered. "Tomorrow at 2, same costume, but on the other set."