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Updated: September 26, 2025
"I there is seems to be something almost sacred to me in that photograph. . . . You understand me, do you not? Yet, if it will help you in finding her " "Oh," said the Tracer in guileless astonishment, "you desire to find this young lady. Why?" Harren stared. "Why? Why do I want to find her? Man, I I can't live without her!" "I thought you were not certain whether you really could be in love."
Courage, sir! We are about to execute a turning movement; but you look like a Russian general on his way to the south front." Harren managed to laugh; they went out, side by side, descended the elevator, and found a cab at the porte-cochère. Mr. Keen gave the directions and followed the Captain into the cab.
Harren, unconvinced, sat frowning and biting his lip and twisting his short, crisp mustache which the tropical sun had turned straw color and curly. "I feel like a fool to tell you," he said. "I'm not an imaginative man, Mr. Keen; I'm not fanciful, not sentimental. I'm perfectly healthy, perfectly normal a very busy man in my profession, with no time and no inclination to fall in love."
"Suppose," said Harren, growing suddenly red, "that I should tell you I have succeeded in photographing this phantom." The Tracer sat silent. He was astounded, but, he did not betray it. "You have that photograph, Captain Harren?" "Yes." "Where is it?" "In my rooms." "You wish me to see it?" Harren hesitated.
and the zero " A sudden excitement stirred Harren; he leaned over the paper, gazing earnestly at the cipher; the Tracer rose and glanced around the room as though in search of something. "Is there a telephone here?" he asked. "For Heaven's sake, don't give this up just yet," exclaimed Harren. "These things mean numbers; don't you see? Look at that!" pointing to a linked pair of seals,
"Because," said Harren wistfully, "her apparition is so superbly healthy and and glowing with youth and life " "That is probably what sent it half the world over to confront you," said the Tracer gravely; "youth and life aglow with spiritual health.
And after the rosy glow had deepened to a more gorgeous hue in the room, and the electric lights had turned into silver pinwheels; and after they had told each other the story of their lives, and the last siphon fizzed impotently when urged beyond its capacity, Kerns arose and extended his hand, and Harren took it. And they executed a song resembling "Auld Lang Syne."
Nothing could justify your showing it unless you love her." Harren held the picture tightly, staring full at the Tracer. A dull flush mounted to his forehead, and very slowly he laid the picture before the Tracer of Lost Persons. Minute after minute sped while the Tracer bent above the photograph, his finely modeled features absolutely devoid of expression.
Captain Harren crossed his long legs, dropping one knee over the other, and deliberately surveyed his interrogator. "I really have no right to come to you," he said slowly. "Your prospectus distinctly states that Keen & Co. undertake to find live people, and I don't know whether the person I am seeking is alive or or " His steady voice faltered; the Tracer watched him curiously.
"That," said the Tracer, smiling, "is the final and convincing symptom. You don't know. I know because you don't know. That is the easiest way to be sure that you are in love, Captain Harren, because you always are when you are not sure. You'd know if you were not in love. Now, my dear sir, you may lay your case confidently before me."
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