"Wrayson, you are not serious!" "It is God's truth," Wrayson answered.

"I would stake my soul upon it that the girl--I told you about--was the original of that picture! When I look at your daughter Edith I can see the likeness." The Colonel's head was buried in his hands.

His exclamation sounded like a sob.
"My God!" he murmured.
Then there was silence.

Only the nightingale went on with his song..