�If you won�t trust me with a photograph I wonder you trust me not to show my notes!� he exclaimed.
The doctor looked at him with a malicious smile.
�Humph!� he said; �would they be of much use to anybody?�
Wyant saw that he was losing ground and controlled his impatience.
�To Clyde, I hope, at any rate,� he answered, holding out his hand. The doctor shook it without a trace of resentment, and Wyant added: �When shall I come, sir?�
�To-morrow—to-morrow morning,� cried Miss Lombard, speaking suddenly.
She looked fixedly at her father, and he shrugged his shoulders.
�The picture is hers,� he said to Wyant.
In the ante-chamber the young man was met by the woman who had admitted him. She handed him his hat and stick, and turned to unbar the door. As the bolt slipped back he felt a touch on his arm.
�You have a letter?� she said in a low tone.