“I don’t know. There is no name to it. I think myself the Master may have done it. It was painted after death.”
“From his corpse?” asked Rosalie, in horror.
“Oh, no! From memory, I should say.”
“Does Mr. Barringcourt paint, then?”
“In his spare time, yes. I think he must have done this. I don’t know who else could. Even millionaires are bad to remember when once they’ve passed away.”
“Is it like him?”
“I don’t know. But Everard says it is almost lifelike.”
“Who is Everard?”
“The man who keeps the door.”
“I don’t like him at the door. Do you?”