“He has.”
“And he saw—”
“No one. I obtained my information from a servant. He sent up his card to Alan, who refused to meet him.”
“Ah!” Stanhope turned toward the door, putting the note in his pocket as he did so. Suddenly he paused, his eyes resting upon the portrait of Alan Warburton.
“That is very imprudent,” he said.
“I—I don’t understand.”
“That picture. It must be removed.” Then turning sharply toward her: “Are there other pictures of Mr. Alan Warburton in this house?”
“No; this is the only recent portrait.”
He sat down and looked at the picture intently.
“Van Vernet has been here, you tell me. Can he have seen that?”