"Believe, me Kid, you'll go grand." In Baird's offices he sat at the desk and excitedly undid the package of stills.

"We'll give 'em the once-over before he comes," she said, and was presently exclaiming with delight at the art study of Clifford Armytage in evening dress, two straight fingers pressing the left temple, the face in three-quarter view.
"Well, now, if that ain't Harold Parmalee to the life! If it wasn't for that Clifford Armytage signed under it, you'd had me guessing.

I knew yesterday you looked like him, but I didn't dream it would be as much like him as this picture is.

Say, we won't show Baird this at first.
We'll let him size you up and see if your face don't remind him of Parmalee right away.

Then we'll show him this and it'll be a cinch.