"And Adams, at the Academy?"
"He's gone out to buy a rope."
"And Little O'Grady?"
"He fell over in a dead faint. He's lying in it yet. But before he lost consciousness he made one suggestion——"
"What was it?"
Dill paused. "Have you ever heard of a painter named Proch—Prochnow?" he presently asked, with some disrelish. "A newcomer, I believe."
"I don't think I have."
"He has lately taken a studio in the Warren. O'Grady has seen his work and speaks well of it."
"What particular kind of work?"
"Decorative. Portraits too, I understand. He has been doing one of that little Miss McNulty."