“And,” she went on, gaining confidence as she spoke, “is there not something about these drawings that reminds you of something?”
“Of what?” asked Angel.
“I cannot tell,” she replied, shaking her head; “and yet they remind me of something, and worry me, just as a bar of music that I cannot play worries me. I feel sure that I have seen them before, that they form a part of some system——” She stopped suddenly.
“I know,” she continued in a lower voice; “they are associated in my mind—with—with the Bible.”
The two men stared at her in blank astonishment. Then Jimmy sprang to his feet, alight with excitement.
“Yes, yes,” he cried. “Angel, don’t you see? The last two lines of Reale’s doggerel—
“‘I found this puzzle in a book
From which some mighty truths were took.’”
“Go on, go on, Miss Kent,” cried Angel eagerly. “You are on the right track. Try to think——”
Kathleen hesitated, then turned to Jimmy to address the first remark she had directed to him personally that day.