“Where’s Blackberry?” Judy asked, the moment Peter came home.
She had been nodding in the big chair, waiting up for him. “You didn’t find him, did you?”
“No,” he replied, “but I did make peace with George Anderson so he won’t hurt Blackberry if he finds him.”
“That’s a relief,” Judy said. She yawned and stretched. “Those babies made a wreck out of me,” she declared. “I thought they’d never go to sleep. And they aren’t the only ones! There are two more babies with Mother. Let’s go sit in the kitchen, and we can talk over coffee.” Peter was always hungry so Judy cut him a piece of pie to go with the coffee. “I’m saving a piece for Horace,” she said. “He’ll be here early in the morning. Too early, probably,” she added with a yawn. “He wants to print that ghost picture in the paper before the man is identified, and make a mystery of it.”
Judy stared at first one and then the other.
“He’s too late. The mystery is solved,” announced Peter. “I have the separations with me. You won’t know the man—”
“But I do!” Judy exclaimed, seizing the pictures and staring at first one and then the other. The lady table leg was in the water just the way she had first seen it. The picture was almost too clear. It made her shiver just to look at it. The man’s face, in the other print, was equally clear.
“You know this man?” Peter inquired in a puzzled voice. “Where on earth—”
“Oh, I don’t really know him,” Judy interrupted. “His picture is in the Post Office, isn’t it? Horace and I were looking at it the other day, and I remember saying he didn’t look like a criminal. I’m so glad you found him!”