Chapter 111

Pooh, pooh, my dear kid! Outside the pale of serious conversation. I should have more grounded proof than the single declaration of an eccentric and faint located

old worker, who in the dusk botches some shadow across the stained sheets for a ghost." Furthermore, he waved his hand with a deprecatory motion, as though wishing to hear no more of the crazy business.

I was quiet for a period, considering the story I had quite recently heard. Assuming it had stood alone — had been the sole striking thing related of the image — it wouldn't have been qualified for thought; yet such countless bizarre things had happened in association with Angelo's work of art that I faltered prior to articulating Fruin's portrayal to be a tale, down and out of any establishment whatever.

However as of now the undertaking appeared to be hued by the otherworldly, it could have a foundation of

reality to settle upon.

"Indeed, Sir Hugh," commented my uncle, "we should unquestionably see this secretive picture i