'I do mean
in reference to Mrs. Tudor's reappearance. By the way, what the deuce
are you burning all these lights for?'
'I was examining this photograph,' said Simon, handing to his brother a
rather large unmounted silver-print photograph which had lain on his
knees.
'What of it?' Albert asked, glancing at it. 'Medical and Pharmaceutical
Department, isn't it? Not bad.'
'We're having a new series of full-plate photographs done for the next
edition of the General Catalogue,' said Simon, 'and this is one of them.
It contains forty-five figures. It was taken yesterday morning by that
Curgenven flashlight process that we're running. Look at it. Don't you
see anything?'
'Nothing special,' Albert admitted.
Simon rose and came towards the piano.
'Let me show you,' he said superiorly. 'You see the cash-desk to the
left. There's a lady just leaving the cash-desk. And just behind her
there's an oldish man. You can't see all of his face because of her hat.
He's holding his bill in his hand--you can see the corner of it--and
he's got some sort of a parcel under his arm. See?'
'Yes, Mr. Lecoq.'
'Well, doesn't he remind you of somebody?'
'He's rather like old Ravengar, perhaps,' said Albert dubiously.
'You've hit it!' Simon almost shouted.
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