“The likeness is striking. It’s very strange,” he said.
“Strange?” said the other.
“Yes, strange, because I, too, seem to recognise it. I saw her portrait at the Vale to-day.”
“Perhaps that is why it looks familiar,” said Sinclair.
“Perhaps,” said Collins, carelessly, but his eyes were still on the picture.
“You had better stay here for the night after what has happened—it’s very late, and it’s no good playing the fool,” he said.
“Do you know, I think I will. No one is sitting up for me.”
“Good. I shan’t be sorry to have you,” and he laughed.
“We can go to Leveson Square to-morrow, or rather to-day,” he said. “Let’s turn in. I can rig you out.”
He rose and turned to the door, slipping the leather case into his pocket.