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Hornby, "but Walter tells me that it was not so, and, of course, he would remember better than I should." "But, my dear aunt, I am sure he gave it to you," interposed Juliet. "Don't you remember? It was the night the Colleys came to dinner, and we were so hard pressed to find amusement for them, when Walter came in and produced the 'Thumbograph." "Yes, I remember quite well now," said Mrs.
He cut the thread and drew from its wrappings a little book bound in red cloth, with the word "Thumbograph" stamped upon the cover, and was beginning to inspect it when Mrs. Hornby rose and stood beside him. "That," said she, as she opened the book at the first page, "is the thumb-mark of a Miss Colley. She is no connection of ours.
A failure and a second trial would have destroyed the accidental appearance, and might have aroused suspicion." "You have made some enlarged photographs of the thumb-prints, have you not?" "Yes. I have here two enlarged photographs, one of the 'Thumbograph' print and one of the red thumb-print.
Thorndyke the 'Thumbograph'?" interrupted Miss Gibson. "Why, of course, Juliet, dear. What else did we come here for?" With a slightly injured expression, Mrs. Hornby opened the little bag and commenced, with the utmost deliberation, to turn out its contents on to the table.
I explained to her what was wanted to clear her nephews from the suspicion that rested on them, and she then said that she could dispose of those suspicions at once, for she could show me the thumb-prints of the whole family: she had them all in a 'Thumbograph." "A 'Thumbograph'?" repeated the judge. "What is a 'Thumbograph'?" Anstey rose with the little red-covered volume in his hand.
"But what has that society to do with the 'Thumbograph'?" inquired the judge. "Nothing, your worship. Nothing at all." "Then why did you refer to it?" "I am sure I don't know," said Mrs. Hornby, wiping her eyes with the paper and then hastily exchanging it for her handkerchief. The judge took off his glasses and gazed at Mrs. Hornby with an expression of bewilderment.
Now, as far as I knew, there was only one undoubted thumb-print of Reuben Hornby's in existence the one in the 'Thumbograph. At my request, the 'Thumbograph' was brought to my chambers by Mrs.
"Well, that is better than nothing," she said, with a shade of disappointment. "Won't you sit down?" I seated myself with caution on a dwarf chair of scrofulous aspect, and opened my business without preamble. "Do you remember a thing called a 'Thumbograph'?" "Indeed I do," she replied with energy. "It was the cause of all this trouble." "Do you know if the police took possession of it?"
How could I fail to " "Then say so," said the judge. "I have said so," retorted Mrs. Hornby indignantly. The judge nodded to Anstey, who then continued "It is called a 'Thumbograph, I believe." "Yes: the name 'Thumbograph' is printed on the cover, so I suppose that is what it is called." "Will you tell us, Mrs. Hornby, how the 'Thumbograph' came into your possession?" For one moment Mrs.
"Is the 'Thumbograph' in your bag?" interrupted Miss Gibson, in response to this mute appeal. "Of course it is, my dear Juliet," replied the elder lady. "You saw me put it in yourself. What an odd girl you are. Did you think I should have taken it out and put it somewhere else?
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