He listened for an instant. Then he said:
“I’ll bet you anything you like that’s the king himself.”
“The king?”
“In the underworld. Did you walk here?”
“Yes.”
“He must have seen you. He’s followed you. What a lark!”
His eyes shone with a sort of malicious glee.
“There goes the bell again! Beryl, I’ll have him up. We’ll show him himself.”
He put a finger to his lips and went down, leaving her alone with the portrait.