theytalkonlyofthingsthatinterestallchildren——pets，toys，andtheirgames。ThisisonlyANYchild’slettertoANYfather。I
couldn’treallysayitWASBobby’s。Astothephotograph，theyhaveanoddwayinSouthAmericaofsellingphotographsofanybody，principallyofprettywomen，bythepacket，toanyonewhowantsthem。Sothatitdoesnotfollowthattheownerofthisphotographhadanypersonalinterestinit。Now，astoyourmysteriouspatronhimself，canyoudescribehim？“ShelookedatRandolphwithacertainfelineintensity。
Hebecameembarrassed。“YouknowIonlysawhimonce，underastreetlamp“——hebegan。
“AndIhaveonlyseenCaptainDornton——ifitwerehe——twiceinthreeyears，“shesaid。“Butgoon。“
AgainRandolphwasunpleasantlyimpressedwithhercold，drylypracticalmanner。Hehadneverseenhisbenefactorbutonce，buthecouldnotspeakofhiminthatway。