"You saw that photograph?"
"I did."
"You knew it?"
"No."
The movement of the Factor's body was swiftly reversed. He breathed deeply with something of relief, a relief that fled at the chief trader's next statement.
"I did not know the original of the picture," Dunvegan asserted, "but I was told who it was."
"By whom?" The question shot like a bullet.
"By Flora Macleod. Privately, you understand! Her information was given me after these two marshals had gone."
"Whose picture was it?" Macleod asked doggedly, with the manner of putting an issue to the test.
"Your own," the chief trader answered, "at the age of thirty."