“How do you know?”
“I’ll tell you. I know her eyebrows!”
“So do I know her eyebrows. But they don’t tell me she’s a murderer.”
“Well, they tell me that! It’s this way. Her eyebrows, are not only heavy and dark, but they almost meet over the bridge of her nose.”
“Darling nose!” put in Fibsy, who was interested in Anita but not in Trask’s deductions.
“Does your knowledge of physiognomy tell you that those meeting eyebrows are a sign of a criminal?” asked Stone.
“Nothing of that sort. But they are the Truesdell brows.”
“The Truesdell brows?” Stone raised his own. “Sounds like a proprietary article. Not artificial, are they?”
“Now, see here, Mr. Stone, I’m in no mood to be guyed. Those eyebrows are frequently seen in the Truesdell family. My grandfather’s brother married a Truesdell.”
“Your grandfather’s brother married a Truesdell. And your own grandfather didn’t?”