CHAPTER TEN
All Is IllusionWHEN HE REACHED HOME, Gamadge sought Harold in the office, and handed over Volumes I and III of the Dykinck Byron.
“There are minute rubbings and scars along the top edges of these,” he said. “I want photographs, much enlarged. You’ll find a break in the sequence—unfortunately. I have to take a photograph of Volume II myself. I only hope Mr. Vauregard will let me; but I don’t think he’ll be able to resist the baby camera. My picture will have to be fitted in between your two, somehow. Can you manage with the laboratory camera?”
“Sure, I can.”
“Have your lunch, will you? I want some help after I swallow mine.”
He swallowed his, and then spread the Dykinck letters out on a table beside the library window. “Start on these,” he said. “Begin with the year 1840, a
