“He’s a vicious little monster,” she thought. “He deserves to be frightened.”
She was not prepared for the quick change of expression or the sudden loosening of his grasp on her arm. He snatched the picture and held it in a patch of sunlight.
“You got him!” he exclaimed. “Or is it a her? You got that man I was following, and he has a lady’s face.”
“Don’t you recognize the face?” Judy asked quietly.
“It’s the face that was on that lady stick. Somebody did steal it,” the boy charged. “If you and your brother hadn’t taken me back to the orphanage I could have watched the beaver dam. Then it wouldn’t have been broken.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Judy said, meaning it. “You know my brother didn’t take it.”
“Then who did?” Danny retorted.
“Don’t you know?”
The boy shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe it was that guy in the picture. I’m going to tell my father—”
“Look closely, Danny,” Judy interrupted. “I took one picture on top of another. Isn’t that your father in the second picture?”