“That stuff is addling your wits,” Winslow grunted, an undercurrent of mockery in his voice. “If Holden saw a picture of the Great Quake there must have been a girl in the foreground. He just can’t visualize the Grand Canyon.”

“But Dawson can visualize anything,” Mona said.

“You’re telling me.”

“I feel sort of sorry for Dawson,” Mona said.