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Chapter 8 LIFE'S COUNTER-CLAIM-2
"Did this gentleman come with the young lady when her portrait was taken?" I inquired. "I can't tell, sir," she replied. "I've only been here a year, and you see the date—over two years ago." "The photographer would know, perhaps?" "He's a new man, sir. He only came a month ago. In fact, the business changed hands a year ago, and none of the previous employees have remained." "Ah! that's unfortunate," I said, greatly disappointed; and having copied the address to which the negative and prints had been sent, I thanked her and left. Who, I wondered, was this Baron Oberg, and what relation was he to Elma Heath? The picture of the girl in the white blouse somehow exercised a strange attraction for me. Have you never experienced the fascination of a photograph, inexplicable and
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