Damn the light; a glow worm would be better." There was a pause; then he slapped his leg.

"However, it's clear they live in Springfield, Missouri, and this photograph is a peach.

Just look here, Bill! What did I tell you?
Ain't Christie a dead ringer for this girl ?" "You bet she is, Bart," admitted the other in maudlin admiration, "only, I reckon, maybe some older." "Well, she ought to be accordin' to Willoughby's story, an' them papers bear him out all right, so I reckon he's told it straight--this Phyllis would be twenty-six now, and that's just about what Christie is.

It wouldn't have fit better if we had made it on purpose.

If the girl will only play up to the part we won't need any other evidence--her face would be enough." Keith could hear the beating of his own heart in the silence that followed.