XVI - The Snowflake
I LOOKED at the design with interest, but without at first grasping its true significance.
Pennington Wise looked at it aghast. “Where did it come from?” he exclaimed.
“It’s always been there,” said Zizi. “I mean, I saw it there one day when I was in this room with Mr. Hudson, I—I——”
“Didn’t know you’d ever been here, Ziz,” and Wise smiled at the earnest little face.
“Yep, I was; and I happened to move the telephone, and under it was that drawing. I didn’t think anything about it, as evidence, but I looked at it ’cause it was so pretty. And I put the telephone back over it again.”
“But I searched this room,” and Wise looked mystified.
“You probably didn’t lift the telephone, then,” Zizi returned, shaking her elfin head, while a deep sorrow showed in her black eye
