“You’d crumple him up as you did his little message, eh?” smiled Kent.
“At least I’d have an explanation out of him. It’s a fact though, that I lost my temper and threw that thing into a corner, when Ching first handed it to me. Then it occurred to me that it might be well worth saving. Interesting little sketch, don’t you think?”
“No.”
“What? You don’t find it interesting?”
“Profoundly. But it isn’t a sketch.”
“What would you call it, then?”
“A copy.”
“How can you tell that? You haven’t seen the original from which it was made, have you?”
“No.”
“Then, what’s the basis?”