“Wasn’t where? At the camera?”
“Yes, sir; I mean no, sir. She wasn’t there!” He pointed at the picture.
“Wasn’t here!” exclaimed Ethan. “Then how—hang it, man, but here’s her picture!”
“Beg pardon, Mr. Ethan?” Billings looked both pained and puzzled, and shot a quick look of inquiry at the dinner table.
“I say here’s her picture, you idiot!” repeated Ethan.
“Whose picture, sir?”
“Why, Miss Devereux’s!”
“No, sir.”
“What do you mean by ‘no, sir?’ I say——”
A light broke upon Mr. Billings.