Bailey jumped to his feet mechanically at her mention of his name.

He and Dale exchanged one swift and hopeless glance of utter defeat.
"I wish," proceeded Miss Cornelia, obviously enjoying the situation to the full, "I wish you young people would remember that even if hair and teeth have fallen out at sixty the mind still functions." She pulled out a cabinet photograph from the depths of her knitting-bag.
"His photograph--sitting on your dresser!" she chided Dale.

"Burn it and be quick about it!" Dale took the photograph but continued to stare at her aunt with incredulous eyes.
"Then--you knew ?" she stammered.
Miss Cornelia, the effective little tableau she had planned now accomplished to her most humorous satisfaction, relapsed into a chair.
"My dear child," said the indomitable lady, with a sharp glance at Bailey's bewildered face, "I have employed many gardeners in my time and never before had one who manicured his fingernails, wore silk socks, and regarded baldness as a plant instead of a calamity." An unwilling smile began to break on the faces of both Dale and her lover.

The former crossed to the fireplace and threw the damning photograph of Bailey on the flames.

She watched it shrivel--curl up--be reduced to ash.