“Do you not know?” he asked.
“No! How can I know such a thing? How can I know what is in your mind unless you tell me?”
“Oh, but I will tell you then! I will not let Dick Garstin exhibit that picture because it is a lie about me.”
“A lie? How can that be?”
“A man can speak a lie. Is it not so?”
“Of course.”
“Cannot a man write a lie?”
“Yes.”
“And a man can paint a lie. Dick Garstin has painted a lie about me.”
“But then—if it is so—”