"I mean," answered Monk, briskly, "that the photograph itself is all right, and the person who is in the photograph is Evelina Reierson. At the moment when she was photographed, she wore a feather on the left side of her hat, in her left hand she held the diamond, and on the right hand she wore a ring. The time was twenty-one minutes past six."
"But how—?"
"I'll soon tell you. The whole secret lies in the fact that the photograph was taken from a reflection in a mirror!"
"In a mirror?"
"Yes, in a mirror."
"You are right! That explains all!"
"Yes, all; and even a little more which, perhaps, you have not thought of. Thank heaven the scales have fallen from my eyes, and I can see once more!"
"This is no time for Biblical language, my dear Monk; let us hear what you mean by 'even a little more.'"
"You are right! Well, we have got so far that we know the picture has been taken in a mirror; but in what mirror?"
"Well, that is for you to find out; both Clara and I have done our duty."