“I beg pardon, Mr. Ethan?”
“Never mind. I only said you didn’t mean that it was after she had taken this one; it was another one you meant.”
“Oh, no, sir, it was that very one, sir. I had just lopped off the branches——”
“You don’t mean that she took her own picture, surely?” asked Ethan with a smile.
“No, sir.”
“Exactly.”
“It was that one you have there, sir, she took.”
“This one? Now, look here, Billings, let’s get this straightened out while we’re at it. Do you mean that Miss Devereux—mind, I’m talking of Miss Devereux—do you mean that Miss Devereux took this photograph I have in my hands?”
“Yes, sir, that’s the one. I had just lopped——”