nervously.

"None at all, I think: but see for yourself. To me it seems--although
hazy, of course--the kind of thing the Home Office might find helpful."

"It is less distinct than the others." The Admiral pulled his whiskers.

"And for that reason the more obviously composite--which is what we are
required to furnish. No, indeed, I can find nothing amiss with it, and
I think, gentlemen, if you are agreed, we will forward this print."


No. 3 was passed accordingly, the photographer withdrew, and the three
Justices turned to other business, which occupied them for a full two
hours.

But, I pray you, mark the sequel.

Mr. Smithers, in his relief and delight at the Magistrates' approbation,
hurried home, fished out a copy of No. 3, exposed it proudly in his shop
window, and went off to the Packhorse Inn for a drink.

Less than an hour later, Mrs. Trewbody, having packed her family into
the jingle for their afternoon's ride with Miss Platt, the governess,
strolled down into the town to do some light shopping; and, happening to
pass the photographer's window, came to a standstill with a little gasp.

A moment later she entered the shop; and Mrs. Smithers, answering the
shop bell, found that she had taken the photograph from the window and
was examining it eagerly.