'Then you're wrong. Because he was always being photographed.'
'It's not unlike him.'
'It's his very image. As you know very well.'
He had got to the table and was taking up the likenesses one by one.
'There are a great many here. Do I understand you to say that there are others in existence?'
'Plenty.'
'Where are they?'
'That's my business. Answer my question if you please. Did you never see my James--the man whose likeness that is--before you saw him that Thursday afternoon at the Aquarium?'
He looked me straight in the face and spoke as bold as brass.
'Never. To the best of my knowledge and belief, never.'