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THE interest in the Le Blanc case had trebled during the last twenty-four hours. There was nothing else talked about but the disappearance of the one portrait and the substitution of another in its place. A few persons who had been fortunate enough to see the original painting, hinted pretty openly that they were able to identify the girl who had sat to Le Blanc for his latest and greatest picture. Some of the papers, too, hinted at exclusive information, but nobody really knew anything, and the mystery remained more involved and more complicated than ever. The whole thing read like a romance, like some weird impossible story emanating from the brain of a fantastic novelist. It appealed strongly to the public imagination and held it in a firm grip.
Nothing so strange had happened in the memory of man.