"Why, man, it is as clear, as clean cut, as distinct as though the picture had been taken in sunlight! Do you mean to say that there is nothing there--that I am crazy ?" "No.

Wait." "Wait! How can I wait when you sit staring at her picture and telling me that you can't see it, but that it is doubtless there?
Are you deceiving me, Mr.Keen?
Are you trying to humor me, trying to be kind to me, knowing all the while that I'm crazy--" "Wait, man! You are no more crazy than I am.

I tell you that I can see something on the window pane--" He suddenly sprang up and walked to the window, leaning close and examining the glass.

Harren followed and laid his hand lightly over the pane.
"Do you see any marks on the glass ?" demanded Keen.
Harren shook his head.
"Have you a magnifying glass ?" asked the Tracer.
Harren pointed back to the table, and they returned to the photograph, the Tracer bending over it and examining it through the glass.
"All I see," he said, still studying the photograph, "is a corner of a curtain and a window on which certain figures seem to have been cut.
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