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There was breakfast at the hotel next morning, a breakfast to put heart into a man. During the meal a messenger dispatched in a cab to Paul’s lodgings returned with the canvas. A deferential waiter informed the American that it had been taken with every possible care to his suite.

‘Good,’ said the young man. ‘If you’re through, we’ll go and have a look at it.’

They went upstairs. There was the picture resting against a chair.

‘Why, I call that fine,’ said the young man. ‘It’s a cracker jack.’

Paul’s heart gave a sudden leap. Could it be that here was the wealthy connoisseur? He was wealthy, for he drove an automobile and lived in an expensive hotel. He was a connoisseur, for he had said that the picture was a crackerjack.

‘Monsieur is kind,’ murmured Paul.

‘It’s a bear-cat,’ said the young man, admiringly.

‘Monsieur is flattering,’ said Paul, dimly perceiving a compliment.

‘I’ve been looking for a picture like that,’ said the young man, ‘for months.’

Paul’s eyes rolled heavenwards.

‘If you’ll make a few alterations, I’ll buy it and ask for more.’

‘Alterations, monsieur?’

‘One or two small ones.’ He pointed to the stooping figure of the shepherd. ‘Now, you see this prominent citizen. What’s he doing!’

‘He is stooping,’ said Paul, fervently, ‘to bestow upon his loved one a kiss. And she, sleeping, all unconscious, dreaming of him–‘

‘Never mind about her. Fix your mind on him. Willie is the “star” in this show. You have summed him up accurately. He is stooping. Stooping good. Now, if that fellow was wearing braces and stooped like that, you’d say he’d burst those braces, wouldn’t you?’

With a somewhat dazed air Paul said that he thought he would. Till now he had not looked at the figure from just that view-point.

‘You’d say he’d bust them?’

‘Assuredly, monsieur.’

‘No!’ said the young man, solemnly, tapping him earnestly on the chest. ‘That’s where you’re wrong. Not if they were Galloway’s Tried and Proven. Galloway’s Tried and Proven will stand any old strain you care to put on them. See small bills. Wear Galloway’s Tried and Proven, and fate cannot touch you. You can take it from me. I’m the company’s general manager.’

‘Indeed, monsieur!’

‘And I’ll make a proposition to you. Cut out that mossy bank, and make the girl lying in a hammock. Put Willie in shirt-sleeves instead of a bath-robe, and fix him up with a pair of the Tried and Proven, and I’ll give you three thousand dollars for that picture and a retaining fee of four thousand a year to work for us and nobody else for any number of years you care to mention. You’ve got the goods. You’ve got just the touch. That happy look on Willie’s face, for instance. You can see in a minute why he’s so happy. It’s because he’s wearing the Tried and Proven, and he knows that however far he stoops they won’t break. Is that a deal?’

Paul’s reply left no room for doubt. Seizing the young man firmly round the waist, he kissed him with extreme fervour on both cheeks.

‘Here, break away!’ cried the astonished general manager. ‘That’s no way to sign a business contract.’

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It was at about five minutes after one that afternoon that Constable Thomas Parsons, patrolling his beat, was aware of a man motioning to him from the doorway of Bredin’s Parisian Cafe and Restaurant. The man looked like a pig. He grunted like a pig. He had the lavish embonpoint of a pig. Constable Parsons suspected that he had a porcine soul. Indeed, the thought flitted across Constable Parsons’ mind that, if he were to tie a bit of blue ribbon round his neck, he could win prizes with him at a show.