"Then one number only remains."
His lips hardened as he read the initials pencilled opposite that
numeral; they were "B.S."
"Bayard Shaynon?" he queried.
She assented with a nod, her brows gathering.
Coolly, with the miniature pencil attached to the card, he changed the
small, faint _B_ to a large black _P_, strengthened the _S_ to
correspond, and added to that _ybarite_; then with a bow returned the
card.
The girl received the evidence of her senses with a silent gasp.