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“‘Of course I’ll try to do as you’d wish about the picture, ‘Ugh, if that’s w’at’s troublin’ you,’ she says quiet. With that ‘e closed ‘is eyes and ‘e never opened ’em. He died unconscious at four that mornin’.

“You see, sir, Lydy Elling was always cruel ‘ard on the

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. From the first it went wrong, an’ Sir ‘Ugh was out of temper pretty constant. She came into the studio one day and looked at the picture an ‘asked ‘im why ‘e didn’t throw it up an’ quit aworriting ‘imself. He answered sharp, an’ with that she said as ‘ow she didn’t see w’at there was to make such a row about, no’ow. She spoke ‘er mind about that picture, free; an’ Sir ‘Ugh swore ‘ot an’ let a ‘andful of brushes fly at ‘is study, an’ Lydy Elling picked up ‘er skirts careful an’ chill, an’ drifted out of the studio with ‘er eyes calm and ‘er chin ‘igh. If there was one thing Lydy Elling ‘ad no comprehension of, it was the usefulness of swearin’. So the

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was a sore thing between ’em. She is uncommon calm, but uncommon bitter, is Lydy Elling. She’s never come anear the studio since that day she went out ‘oldin’ up of ‘er skirts. W’en ‘er friends goes over she excuses ‘erself along o’ the strain. Strain–Gawd!” James ground his wrath short in his teeth.

“I’ll tell you what I’ll do, James, and it’s our only hope. I’ll see Lady Ellen tomorrow. The

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says she returned today. You take the picture back to its place, and I’ll do what I can for it. If anything is done to save it, it must be done through Lady Ellen Treffinger herself, that much is clear. I can’t think that she fully understands the situation. If she did, you know, she really couldn’t have any motive–” He stopped suddenly. Somehow, in the dusky lamplight, her small, close-sealed face came ominously back to him. He rubbed his forehead and knitted his brows thoughtfully. After a moment he shook his head and went on: “I am positive that nothing can be gained by highhanded methods, James. Captain Gresham is one of the most popular men in London, and his friends would tear up Treffinger’s bones if he were annoyed by any scandal of our making–and this scheme you propose would inevitably result in scandal. Lady Ellen has, of course, every legal right to sell the picture. Treffinger made considerable inroads upon her estate, and, as she is about to marry a man without income, she doubtless feels that she has a right to replenish her patrimony.”

He found James amenable, though doggedly skeptical. He went down into the street, called a carriage, and saw James and his burden into it. Standing in the doorway, he watched the carriage roll away through the drizzling mist, weave in and out among the wet, black vehicles and darting cab lights, until it was swallowed up in the glare and confusion of the Strand. “It is rather a fine touch of irony,” he reflected, “that he, who is so out of it, should be the one to really care. Poor Treffinger,” he murmured as, with a rather spiritless smile, he turned back into his hotel. “Poor Treffinger;

sic transit gloria

.”

The next afternoon MacMaster kept his promise. When he arrived at Lady Mary Percy’s house he saw preparations for a function of some sort, but he went resolutely up the steps, telling the footman that his business was urgent. Lady Ellen came down alone, excusing her sister. She was dressed for receiving, and MacMaster had never seen one so beautiful. The color in her cheeks sent a softening glow over her small, delicately cut features.

MacMaster apologized for his intrusion and came unflinchingly to the object of his call. He had come, he said, not only to offer her his warmest congratulations, but to express his regret that a great work of art was to leave England.

Lady Treffinger looked at him in wide-eyed astonishment. Surely, she said, she had been careful to select the best of the pictures for the X— gallery, in accordance with Sir Hugh Treffinger’s wishes.

“And did he–pardon me, Lady Treffinger, but in mercy set my mind at rest–did he or did he not express any definite wish concerning this one picture, which to me seems worth all the others, unfinished as it is?”

Lady Treffinger paled perceptibly, but it was not the pallor of confusion. When she spoke there was a sharp tremor in her smooth voice, the edge of a resentment that tore her like pain. “I think his man has some such impression, but I believe it to be utterly unfounded. I cannot find that he ever expressed any wish concerning the disposition of the picture to any of his friends. Unfortunately, Sir Hugh was not always discreet in his remarks to his servants.”

“Captain Gresham, Lady Ellingham, and Miss Ellingham,” announced a servant, appearing at the door.

There was a murmur in the hall, and MacMaster greeted the smiling Captain and his aunt as he bowed himself out.

To all intents and purposes the

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was already entombed in a vague continent in the Pacific, somewhere on the other side of the world.