“Why, the lady that stopped to talk with Mr. Sedgwick, and was killed in Lonesome Cove.”
“Then why did you leave out this earring in copying the picture?”
“Aw—well,” explained the other in some confusion, “she didn’t have no earrings on when I seen her. And it looks a lot more like, without it.”
“Your bent for gratuitous mischief amounts to a passion,” retorted the scientist. “Some day it will get you into deserved trouble, I trust.”
“I guess there ain’t no law to prevent my givin’ away a picture, if I like,” sulked the Elder.
“Perhaps you’d like to give away another one.”
Yankee shrewdness sparkled in the eye of Mr. Dennett. “Mr. Sedgwick said that was a good drawin’, and I guess he knows. I guess it’s worth money.”
“How much money, would you guess?”
“Five dollars,” replied the other, in a bold expulsion of breath.
At this moment, Sedgwick, who had been studying the picture in the light, made a slight signal with his hand, which did not escape Kent.