“Don’t your lamp work right, yet, Professor Kent?” he inquired.
“Perfectly,” responded the scientist. “We have come to see you on another matter, Mr. Sedgwick and I.”
“First, let me thank you,” said Sedgwick, “for the curious work of art which you left at my place.”
“Hay-ee?” inquired the Elder, with a rising inflection.
“Don’t take the trouble to lie about it,” put in Kent. “Just show us the original of the drawing which you traced so handily.”
The town gossip shifted uneasily from foot to foot. “How’d you know I got the picture?” he giggled. “I didn’t find it, myself, till I got back from the auction.”
“Never mind the process. Have you the original here?”
“Yes,” said Elder Dennett; and, going to his desk he brought back a square of heavy bluish paper, slightly discolored at the edges.
“That’s a very good bit of drawing,” said Sedgwick, as he and Kent bent over the paper.
“But unsigned,” said his companion. “Now, Mr. Dennett, whom do you suppose this to be?”