A Holdup
"Well, what do you think of it, my dear?" Mrs. Dillon questioned eagerly.
"Beautiful!" the guest praised, stepping back a pace that she might view the painting to better advantage. "How fortunate you are to own such a picture."
"I've always craved to possess a genuine masterpiece," Mrs. Dillon declared enthusiastically. "It gives one prestige."
"And you say this is a Rembrandt, Mrs. Dillon?" the other asked. "It must have cost you a pretty penny."
"It did, but at that I consider the painting a great bargain. The dealer assured me that if I wished to dispose of it at any time he would promise to find an immediate purchaser."
"Undoubtedly, you made a fine deal," Mrs. Dillon's friend acknowledged. "From whom did you buy the picture?"
"I can't tell you that. I pledged myself not to reveal his identity."
"Oh, I see. But you are quite sure you can depend upon the dealer's word?"
"Yes, indeed. I hope you don't think I'd allow myself to be taken in——"