"What did he do?"
"He kept two black sheep in his room. They remind me (he said) of two friends who are dead. But I cannot remember of whom."
"If that reminds you of anybody you know, I don't care much for your friends. I never saw an uglier mug."
"He's not beautiful. But I think the sinister squint is chiefly due to bad drawing. It's very difficult to get eyes looking the same way, when you can't draw. Cover up one eye, Charles—not yours, the portrait's."
Parker did so.
Wimsey looked again, and shook his head.
"It escapes me for the moment," he said. "Probably it's nobody I know after all. But, whoever it is, surely this room tells you something."
"It suggests to me," said Parker, "that the girl's been taking more interest in crimes and chemistry stuff than is altogether healthy in the circumstances."
Wimsey looked at him for a moment.
"I wish I could think as you do."