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           "WhateveryoutellmetodoIwilldo." 

           "Verygood; andIwillaskyoualsotodoitblindly,withoutalwaysaskingthereason." 

           "Justasyoulike." 

           "IfyouwilldothisIthinkthechancesarethatourlittleproblemwillsoonbesolved. Ihavenodoubt—" 

           Hestoppedsuddenlyandstaredfixedlyupovermyheadintotheair. Thelampbeatuponhisface,andsointentwasitandsostillthatitmighthavebeenthatofaclear-cutclassicalstatue,apersonificationofalertnessandexpectation. 

           "Whatisit? "webothcried. 

           Icouldseeashelookeddownthathewasrepressingsomeinternalemotion. Hisfeatureswerestillcomposed,buthiseyesshonewithamusedexultation. 

           "Excusetheadmirationofaconnoisseur,"saidheashewavedhishandtowardsthelineofportraitswhichcoveredtheoppositewall. "Watsonwon’tallowthatIknowanythingofart,butthatismerejealousy,becauseourviewsuponthesubjectdiffer. Now,theseareareallyveryfineseriesofportraits." 

           "Well,I’mgladtohearyousayso,"saidSirHenry,glancingwithsomesurpriseatmyfriend. "Idon’tpretendtoknowmuchaboutthesethings,andI’dbeabetterjudgeofahorseorasteerthanofapicture. Ididn’tknowthatyoufoundtimeforsuchthings."