CHAPTER TWO
The Lady AudleyGamadge moved to Miss Paxton’s side and looked at the engraving, which was framed in black and gold. He said: “Now that might be a nice little value. It’s a good copperplate. Who’s it a portrait of? Let’s see: ‘The Lady Audley.’ ”
“Cousin Lawson’s father, my Uncle Vincent, bought it because he thought it looked like his wife. Will you take it down and bring it into the sitting room, please, and tell me all you can about it?”
“You mean describe it as if for an inventory?”
“If you can.”
“It tells a good deal about itself; I could add a little more, perhaps.”
He lifted it off its hook and carried it into the sitting room. Miss Paxton cleared a space for it on her table, and he laid it face upward in the full light of the lamp.
“We have here,” said Gamadge, “a
