She wrote them on the corner of her fan. "Yes?"
"The last four."
"Yes?"
"And the four in between. What's that on your fan?"
"Nothing."
"But it is. Let me see."
"Will you look at it easy and not tell?" she whispered, taking advantage of Carter's sudden interest in the judges' stand.
"Sure and I will. Just a peep. Come!"
She opened the fan half-way, and disclosed a tiny picture of himself sewed on one of the slats.
"And it's meself that you care for, Annette!" he whispered. "I knew it, you rascal, you rogue!"