"Put it down, Dean—I will ring when I want you."
She walked across the room and locked the door. Then she came to the mirror and looked for a long time at herself. "Yes—Beryl—it is you! I was hoping it was somebody else!"
IX
That same morning Mr. Moropulos asked a question of Ambrose Sault.
"What exposure should you give to a photograph taken, say, soon after eight o'clock in the morning?"
"What sort of a morning?"
"This morning."
Ambrose glanced out of the window.
"You could get a snap shot on a twenty-fifth of a second," he said.