At any rate he did not think his case would be destroyed by what he was now about to undertake.
At half past one he entered the building where Paul Prescott had his studio.
A few minutes later he stood at the door and gave a loud knock.
CHAPTER XVII
THE ARTIST IS DEFIANT
“Come in!” said a voice.
Eric opened the door.
An odor of tobacco greeted him.
Prescott, in his studio dress, was before a painting, putting some touches here and there.
So interested was he that he did not turn his head when the door closed.
Darrell looked at the painting and was charmed—it was a glimpse of the Delaware Water Gap, and so true to nature that one could almost believe he was on the spot.