“That’s plain enough, sir.”
“It’s good fortune that it is, Patsy,” nodded Nick. “It also is plain, now that I study it closely, that the arm is a little out of proportion with her exceeding height.”
“By Jove! it does appear so!” exclaimed Chick, bending nearer to view the pictured figure.
“Notice the distance from her shoulder to her hand, then the distance from her shoulder to her hip, which is plainly outlined by this curve of her long auto coat. Her hip is here, Chick, where I have the point of my pencil.”
“Exactly.”
“Notice, now, that her extended hand, if it were to be dropped to her side, would reach only to this point, measuring the same distance, a point only a trifle below her hip.”
“That’s clear,” cried Chick. “Yet the camera may——”
“The camera never lies,” interposed Nick.
“Then the woman must be out of proportion,” declared Chick.