"Well, I have, in his history and also in his granddaughter, if she is alive."
"Well, now, see here; after you went away I got to thinking. I made up my mind there was something up in this case, and I remembered that I had a photograph of the little girl—not a photo, but one of those old-fashioned pictures they used to take before photos were invented."
"And have you that picture now?"
"I have, as sure as guns."
"Where?"
"Up at my house; I was looking at it this very day."
"Can I see it?"
"Yes, come along over to my house; you shall see it, sure. But tell me, is the girl living?"
"On my honor, I do not know; I want to find out and discover her if possible."
"I see, you are a detective."