George Allan England

“ Lockwood was first to speak—as Veazie always intended every client should be.
“My daughter!” he articulated, in a somewhat broken voice. “My little girl!”
“Ah, sir, she must be a big girl by now,” smiled the professor, his gold tooth gleaming. “We all lose sight of growth, of development, in those whom we have not seen for many years. As I am informed by certain higher forces, more than forty years have passed since you lost your dear daughter, Marian.” ”

“ Lockwood, possess your soul in patience. Be of good cheer. Have faith!”
“I'll try to, though Lord knows it's hard, when a man has reached my age—when he has no kith or kin but just the one daughter, the child of his youth—”
Professor Veazie rose and laid a hand kindly on the old man's bent shoulder. ”

“ I'll have them both, if I can only find her!”
“Of course you can find her! That is, my controls can find her for you. After having waited all these decades, a few months more—perhaps only a few weeks or days—can make no vital difference.” ”