The photograph made everything clear.

And yet not so clear, either.

The doctor looked around at the ship-shape bachelorness of the tent, at the neat pile of newly typed manuscript upon the bed, and felt bewildered.

Even the eccentricity of Benis, in its most extravagant mode, seemed inadequate as a covering explanation.
Giving himself a mental shake, the intruder picked up the largest chair and rejoined Aunt Caroline.
"It's Benis right enough," he announced.

"He is probably off interviewing Indians.