Pausing, Cranston studied some twinkles that appeared from the darkness of the park. Then, bringing an envelope from his pocket, he handed it to Phil.
“Getting down to date,” stated Cranston, “look those over Harley. They’re some photographs I managed to acquire. One may be Ames, another Older. Tell me if you recognize anybody else.”
The photos were rather poor prints, but one man did look like Ames, as Phil recalled him. There were other pictures, one of which brought a smile to Phil because it reminded him of an old uncle he remembered from childhood. Then:
“Why, this looks like Arlene Forster!” Phil exclaimed. “The girl I told you about. By the way” - Phil’s tone became apologetic - “I’m sorry I kicked up such a fuss about Arlene. Since she knew Ronjan, I’m beginning to think she was the girl who worked the banshee hoax.”
Cranston gave a slight nod from the telephone that he was using. He pointed to another picture.
“Look at that one.”
Phil studied a crude photo of a haughty old lady while Cranston was completing the call. Then:
“Who is she?” he asked. “Say - I have it! I’ve seen this face in the newspapers. It belongs to old Sylvia Selmore!”
At that moment, Cranston repeated the same name:
“Sylvia Selmore!”