"I didn't," said the agent, with annoyance. "I have never seen her
without that confounded veil. This is the first time she's had it
thrown back. But the description is right? Look at it."

He showed the paper to the constable, tapping it as he read.

"'Brown hair, blue eyes'--did you see her eyes?"

"I sure did," answered the constable; "and they wuz blue."

"All right, then. 'Blue eyes, regular features'--how about that?"

"Reg'lar enough," said the constable. "She'd no pug nose, I kin tell
ya that."

"'Regular features,' then, is right. 'Five feet four inches
tall'--that's right. 'Small hands and feet'--that's right. 'About
twenty-three years old; good figure.'"

"She sure hez all them," vouchsafed the wearer of the star. "I knowed
her right away, and I've seed her often. She's been in Sihasset well
nigh on a month."

"But where--" the agent turned to look at the unbroken wall--"where in
thunder did she come from?"

The constable, pushing back his helmet, scratched his head.

"Damfino," he said. "That's the rub. There's no gate on this side of