"'Some trees.'
"He scrutinised me.
"'After you've seen them will you take your friend and go away and remain?' he asked wearily.
"'Yes,' I said.
"He walked into the breakfast room, opened a silver box, and returned with half a dozen photographs. The first five presented as many views of foliage; I used a jeweller's glass on them, but discovered nothing else."
"Was there anything to jar you on the sixth photograph?" inquired Langdon, interested.
Sayre made an impressive gesture; he was a trifle inclined toward the picturesque and histrionic.
"Curt, on the ground under a tree in the sixth photograph lay something which, until last evening, did not seem to me important." He paused dramatically.
"Well, what was it? A bandersnatch?" asked Langdon irritably.