Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1950-09-13
CHAPTER THREE.

Wnen Marion WaKeneQ Jncre
was the feel of dawn in the air.
The stars over the tops of the big
pines had receded into a sky
which was taking on just a faint
suggestion of greenish-blue color.
Marion struggled into her
CLOTHES, splashed ice-cold water on
her face, and felt that surge of
vitality which comes with the
dawn when one has been sleeping
on the ground in the open.
She ate with zest, and then
walked down to the edge of the
river, where Dewitt was just fin
Iishing putting his trout rod to-
gether.
Hello" he said. grinning ami
ably. You're looking mighty fit
this morning"
Feeling like a million dollars, 3"
she said.
A trout suddenly flashed up out
of the water, struck at the fly.
missed, and then went sulking
down to the depths of the stream.
Missed him." Dewitt said. Il
was a little too anxious"
Hank Lucas, who had Joined
them without being observed, said
lin his peculiar drawing voice. "If
you want to fish an hour or so
while we're getting the packs on,
you'll have more fish than you
can carry. Haven't seen Mrs.
Adrian, have you?"
Dewitt snapped in the line,
made another cast. mo. Is she
up?" he asked, his eyes glued to
the fly.
"She is up, all right. Took a
little walk upstream. She hasn't
come back for breakfast"
Dewitt said abruptly, Huh?
You say she's gomez"
That's right. Seems to have
taken a walk" Lucas said. "but
there aren't any tracks on the
trail. I thought I'd take a look
along the stream here, and then ]
saw you fishing"
Lucas strolled more or less aim
lessly up the stream edge between
the rocks, then said suddenly,
Here's where she went"
Marion had to look twice to see
the track. Then it appeared to
be only a faint discoloration of
the ground. But, some 20 yards
| farther on, Lucas, who had kept
moving on ahead, uncovered an
other fresh track-this time made
in damp sand and distinctly WIS.,
Iible.
Dewitt abruptly lost interest in
the fishing and snapped in his
line. Guess I'd better follow
her up"
Keep on fishing if you want, u
Hank said. I'll go on up. =.
Maybe you'd like to take walk
he said to Marion.
Dewitt resumed his fishing, and
Hank and Marion moved slowly
upstream.
Almost instantly the lazy smile
left Hanks eyes. His manner be-
came tense and businesslike. amy
idea where she might have gomez"
he asked.
mo. I woke up shortly before
dawn and then dozed again.
didn't hear her move"
~ you know what she's in here
for?"
"She wants to find her hus-
band?" Marion ventured.
That's right. +. You're a pho
tographer?"
Eyes"
Hank said, Here's copy of a
picture. It amt too clear because
it isn't a print, but it's picture
of picture. What do you make
of it?"
To begin with" she said, "the
picture was probably taken with
a "A folding camera with rapid
rectilinear lens. It was taken in
the middle of the day.,
How do you figure that?"
fact that the lens was stopped
fate that the lens was stopped
way down, there's still certain
blurring at the extreme corners
and there's a peculiar diffused
warmth to the shadows. You get
that with a rapid rectilinear lens
The anastigmatic lens has a tend
ency to cut things wire sharp
But there isn't quite the warmth
in the shadows and"
wait a minute. What do you
mean the lens was stopped way
DOWN." Hank asked.
She said, When the diaphragm
of a lens is wide open, the speed
is increased, but there's very little
depth to the field. In other
words. if you take a fairly long
focal-length lens such as is nee
eSsary to cover postcard size
him, and set it, say, at Is feet
feet and leave it wide open
things beyond 80 feet or so will
be out Of focus, and things closer
than 20 feet will be out of focus
On the other hand, if the lens
is stopped way down, virtually
everything will be in focus. The
stopping down gives a depth OF
field. Objects only eight or IL
feet away will be fairly sharp, and
so will things in the distance"