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Lord Passmore smiled, and there was a tinge of colour on his cheeks. Isidore had walked boldly into the drawing-room and switched on the electric lights. He was looking round for the picture when Lord Passmore indicated the alcove and drew the curtain so that the full flow of the light could fall upon the canvas.
"There!" he said. "That is the painting I mean. It is a perfect example of the master's work; indeed, it is the finest bit of colour I have ever seen. Mr Pearson had a marvellous eye. He seemed to know by instinct where these things were to be found. I should think no man bought his treasures so cheaply. And yet he made extraordinary mistakes."