a child, a visitor in this house, she was allowed to poke about a little in the book-room? Look at the pictures there while her elders took their tea?â
âItâs perfectly possible.â
âIf she was a practising medium at ten years old, her observation may have been sharpened and her natural childish liking for secrecy developed beyond the normal. She saw the pictureâthis pictureâin the book closet; she knew it was almost a duplicate of the one in the hall; she said nothing: but she cashed in on that knowledge last Sunday afternoon.â
âShe was a precocious little thing, always asking questions about the curios and the bric-a-brac; but she was clever with her hands. Theyâd let her look at the pictures.â Miss Paxton was frowning heavily. âShe had a talent for drawing.â
âThere you are. She comes hereâhow many years later?â
âFifteen. She says sheâs twenty-five now.â
âShe comes here, and as she enters this room she has a glimpse of the portrait of Lady Audley hanging where it always hung, just beyond this door. She wonders whether the other one is still in the book-room; she remembers that day long ago when she was perhaps detected in some hocus-pocus and disgraced; her parents with her. Lady Audleyâthereâs a grimness about that Holbein look. If Mr. Lawson Ashburyâs mother looked like that, and he looked like her, he could certainly be grim.â
âJust serious, Henry. A charming man.â
âBut Miss Vance probably remembered one occasion when he was grim. After she leaves you, Miss Vance slips into the drawing room, into the book-room. You wouldnât have seen her from this chair of yours.â
âAs a matter of fact I was probably in the pantry; I always wash up the glasses as soon asââ
âGood, you were in the pantry. You wouldnât have seen her or heard her. She finds the other Lady Audley just where it used to be. Had you mentioned the fact that you didnât as yet know exactly what was in those tip-out cupboards?â
âProbably. We talked about what I was doing for James.â
âAnd Miss Vance decides that nobody will ever miss the other Lady Audley, or notice a change. All the pictures in the hall are to be disposed of en bloc to a dealer. She doesnât know that you know what sentimental value your uncle attributed to the portrait. Sheâs amused by the situation. Sheâs used to taking chances, the great risks of her profession. Sheâs clever with her hands, and she can move about like a ghost. She comes back past this doorway, takes the picture off its hook, takes it into the book cupboard, and makes the change. She has no tools, but she gets the nails back into the frame with the help ofâwhat? Any small metal object that she finds in her handbag. She splinters the wood a littleârotten old wood. See?â
Miss Paxton leaned forward to gaze earnestly at the tiny splinters under one or two of the nails, and asked: âHow did she pull them out?â
âLoosen them and you can pull them out with your fingers. She had something to do it withâperhaps a nail fileâor she wouldnât have undertaken the job in the first place.
âShe rolled the unlettered Lady Audley up, put it under her arm, having replaced it by this one. Then she went quietly down the stairs and out; and Iâm sorry to tell you, Miss Paxton, that I think the other Lady Audleyâs gone forever.â
âI really cannot bear it.â
âMost irritating.â
âTo have allowed someone to walk off with Jamesâ property, under my very nose! It means that Iâm not competent to do the work, thatâs all.â
âNot competent? Miss Paxton! Youâve exposed the racket by your competence. You remembered something that most people would have forgotten, and you saw something that younger people mightnât have