"What's bred in the bone will come out in the blood," she quoted
enigmatically. She was smiling in a way that made Garrison vaguely
uncomfortable.



CHAPTER VII.

SNARK SHOWS HIS FANGS.

Alone in his room that night Garrison endeavored to focus the stray
thoughts, suspicions that the day's events had set running through his
brain. All Sue Desha had said, and had meant without saying, had been
photographed on the sensitized plate of his memory--that plate on which
the negatives of the past were but filmy shadows. Now, of them all, the
same Garrison was on the sky-line of his imagination.

Could it be possible that Billy Garrison and he were one and the same?
And then that incident of the train. Surely he had heard it before,
somewhere in the misty long ago. It seemed, too, as if it had occurred
coincidently with the moment he had first looked into those gray eyes.
He laughed nervously to himself.

"If I was Garrison, whoever he was, I wonder what kind of a person I
was! They speak of him as if he had been some one--And then Mrs. Calvert
said he had disappeared. Perhaps I am Garrison."

Nervously he brought forth the page from the race-track annual Sue had
given him, and studied it intently. "Yes, it does look like me. But it