“Well, she wasn’t.”
“Well, then, was the ape?”
“What ape?”
“Doesn’t the man who has the trained animals use an ape?”
“Never saw nor heard of no ape.”
Roger was puzzled.
“Well—” He recalled a flash of inspiration that had been all his own. He pulled from his pocket the tiny, compact camera, small magnesium-flash gun, and tripod folding like a pocket ruler, very slender, but sturdy when unfurled.
“Can I snap her picture? Our laboratory wants it to study.”
“Cost you—how much you want to pay?”
“A quarter.”