“Merivale,” I said, “can you make any thing out of this?”
I tossed him the letter and the portrait.
Presently he muttered, “Pretty good, by Jove.”
“Well?” I questioned.
“Well, what?” he returned.
“Well, what do you make of it? What does it mean?”
“Why, that the likeness is striking, what else? Your father, eh?”
“My father? I confess I am in the dark.”
“And you have the faculty of dragging me in after you. What are you trying to get at?”
“I am trying to get at Mr. Tikulski’s idea. Why should he send me that miniature? Whom does it represent?”