“Only by sight.”
He looked at her puzzled.
“You’ve met her somewhere perhaps?”
“Only her snapshot smile.”
“Oh, ho!” he cried. “You’ve been reading Kipling.”
Nancy bowed her head.
“We couldn’t help reading the message at the same time we saw the postcard. We know it was impolite.”
“I only wish it had been more of a message,” said Daniel Moore. “It was the last one I have ever had from her.”
“Why don’t you go and find her?” suggested gallant Billie.
“I have been,” he answered. “I’ve almost camped out in front of her house. I’ve done about everything I could do without breaking down the door and abducting her. If I could only get one more message to her, somehow——”