In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. "Relating to the father of the boy—Thames Darrell," supplied Jonathan. I had a hunch. I think we rest here until to-morrow?” There was a brief silence.
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