“What a remarkable resemblance!” Rita Warren murmured. “But why didn’t you tell me any of this before?”
“I wanted to be sure,” Norma said. “I could not accuse people....”
“Of course,” Lieutenant Warren said.
“But listen! You haven’t heard anything,” Norma warmed to her subject. “He has a grand pose, didn’t want to do my snapshots for me, said he couldn’t waste his time and money.”
“And you said—”
“I said, ‘You wouldn’t be wasting your money because I mean to pay you!’” At that they both laughed.
“Oh, it’s been like doing a part in a play,” Norma exclaimed. “Just as if I had been drilled in advance for every act!”
“And did he do your pictures for you?”
“Of course, but Miss Warren—” Suddenly Norma’s face grew tense. “He held out on me. He kept the one I took of the Spanish hairdresser at Fort Des Moines.”