"You certainly have made a find. I think we are beginning to
understand, Miss Elting."
"Yes. Mr. Grubb does not, though."
"Some one dropped them; I understand that well enough. But the
spectacles themselves don't tell us who the fellow is by a long shot.
I know you ladies have discovered something about the 'specs' and I'd
like pretty well to hear what it is."
"You are wrong in one way, Mr. Grubb. These goggles do tell us who
dropped them, if our surmises are correct."
"You don't say?"
"Yes. Do you recall the little experience we had on the station
platform at Compton on the evening of our arrival?"
"You mean about the fellow who tried to make you believe he was I?"
"Yes. But perhaps you have forgotten our telling you that the man wore
goggles?"
"Well, I swum!" Janus stroked his whiskers nervously.
"Yeth. Tho did Harriet. And thhe got wet," observed Tommy flippantly.
"Later on that same evening," continued Miss Elting, "we saw the man
again on the porch at the post-office. You remember how you and
Harriet hurried down the steps after him. As he stood with his back to
the window she had discovered that the goggles were green.
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