It is made of some figured stuff like chintz.

Now, look at your own curtain yonder! It is of plain velour." "But--but I took that photograph! She stood there--there by that very window!" The Tracer leaned over the photograph, examining it through the glass.
And, studying it, he said: "Do you still see _her_ in this photograph, Captain Harren ?" "Certainly.

Can you not see her ?" "No," murmured the Tracer, "but I see the window which she really stood by when her phantom came here seeking you.

And that is sufficient.

Come, Captain Harren, we are going out together." The Captain looked at him earnestly; something in Mr.Keen's eyes seemed to fascinate him.
"You think that--that it's likely we are g-going to see--_her_!" he faltered.
"If I were you," mused the Tracer of Lost Persons, joining the tips of his lean fingers meditatively--"If I were you I should wear a silk hat and a frock coat.