"Examine it!"
Langdon took the photograph. "It looks like a—a hammock."
"What that girl held in her hand last night resembled a hammock."
"Hey?"
Sayre leaned over his shoulder and laid the stem of his pipe on the extreme edge of the photograph.
"If you look long enough and hard enough," he said, "you will just be able to make out the vague outline of a slender human hand among the leaves, holding the end of the hammock. See it?"
Langdon looked long and steadily. Presently he fished out a jeweller's glass, screwed it into his eye, and looked again.
"Do you think that's a human hand?"
"I do."
"It's a slim one—a child's, or a young girl's."