“Let’s make them guess what it is,” said Vega, swinging her foot until the sandal hung from one toe. “And guess where it came from.”
“I guess that it once held something in its hands,” said Gamadge.
“It held a lyre, Mr. Gamadge!” Vega was delighted with him. “At least Johnny and I are sure it held a lyre. Now there’s a clue for you!”
“Wait a minute.” Gamadge smiled at her. “Did you make Johnny put the thing up?”
“Of course I did.”
“And your favorite star is now our own star—the sun. Is it a figure of Apollo?”
“Of course! Didn’t you see the rays on his head?”
“Well, I never saw a wooden image of Apollo before in all my life.”
“And why,” asked David Malcolm in his tired monotone, “why Apollo in a rose garden?”
“Apollo Smintheus,” said Gamadge. “And by the look on your face, Mr. Malc
