“You are progressing.”

“Whether I did see, or didn't?”

“Of course!” Miss Eunice was almost snappish.

“Well, I don't think I do see.”

“You'd better not.”

Hennion went away without seeing Camilla. Going up Bank Street he thought of Camilla. At the corner of Franklin Street he thought of Miss Eunice.

“There's another one I was off about. I don't see how she's possible, either.”


CHAPTER XIII—IN WHICH HICKS IS BUSY