"No, you can't. Her name was not on the card. She was not an agent; she had nothing to sell; she didn't want a position; she didn't ask for a subscription to anything. And what do you suppose was on that card?" "Well, what was on the card, for the love of Mike?" snapped Smith. "I'll tell you. The card seemed to be an ordinary visiting card; but down in one corner was a tiny and beautifully drawn picture of a green mouse." "A--what?" "A mouse." "G-green?" "Pea green.... Come, now, Smith, if you were just leaving your office and your clerk should come in, looking rather puzzled and silly, and should hand you a card with nothing on it but a little green mouse, wouldn't it give you pause?" "I suppose so." Brown removed his straw hat, touched his handsome head with his handkerchief, and continued: "I said to Snuyder: 'What the mischief is this?' He said: 'It's for you. And there's an exceedingly pretty girl outside who expects you to receive her for a few moments.' I said: 'But what has this card with a green mouse on it got to do with that girl or with me?' Snuyder said he didn't know and that I'd better ask her. So I looked at my watch and I thought of you----" "Yes, you did." "I tell you I did. Then I looked at the card with the green mouse on it.... And I want to ask you frankly, Smith, what would _you_ have done?" "Oh, what you did, I suppose," replied Smith, wearily. "Go on." "I'm going. She entered----" "She was tall and squeenly; you probably forgot that," observed Smith in his most objectionable manner. "Probably not; she was of medium height, as a detail of external interest. But, although rather unusually attractive in a merely superficial and physical sense, it was instantly evident from her speech and bearing, that, in her, intellect dominated; her mind, Smithy, reigned serene, unsullied, triumphant over matter." Smith looked up in amazement, but Brown, a reminiscent smile lighting his face, went on: "She had a very winsome manner--a way of speaking--so prettily in earnest, so grave. And she looked squarely at me all the time----" "So you contributed to the Home for Unemployed Patagonians." "Would you mind shutting up?" asked Brown. "No." "Then try to listen respectfully. She began by explaining the significance of that pea-green mouse on the card. It seems, Smith, that there is a scientific society called The Green Mouse, composed of a few people who have determined to apply, practically, certain theories which they believe have commercial value." "Was she," inquired Smith with misleading politeness, "what is known as an 'astrologist'?"