"Whose portrait?"
"Loo's!"
"Who's Loo?"
"My girl!"
The words came from Mr. Haines with a roar.
The detective looked at him as if he was beginning to suspect that, after all, there might be some method in his madness.
"See here, Mr. Haines, I don't know if you are or are not mad, but just try to behave as if you weren't. I've no notion what you're talking about. I tell you I know no more about your girl than I know about the man in the moon."
"You tell me that, and expect me to believe it, when you have her portrait?"
"I have her portrait! Where?"
"Here!" Striding forward, he snatched up one of the two portraits which were lying on the table. As he did so, he perceived the second. "Why, here's another! There are two! You have two portraits of my girl, and you tell me that you know nothing of her."