ne Petrovitch from death upwards of seven months
before. It was a clever bit of work, and treated in an entirely
unconventional fashion.

"It's not by any means bad, is it?" said Foote, after Browne had been
looking at it in silence for more than a minute. "If I had the
money---- But I say, old chap, what is the matter? You are as pale as
if you had seen a ghost. Don't you feel well?"

"Perfectly well," his friend replied; "it's the fog."

He did not say that in the corner of the picture he had seen the
artist's name, and that that name was the one he had cherished so
fondly and for so long a time.

"Just excuse me for a moment, will you?" he said. "I should like to go
into the shop and ask a question about that picture."

"All right," said Jimmy. "I'll wait here."

Browne accordingly disappeared inside, leaving Foote on the pavement.
As it happened, it was a shop he often visited, and in consequence he
was well known to the assistants. When he made his business known to
them, the picture was withdrawn from the window and placed before him.

"An excellent bit of work, as you can see for yourself, sir," said the
shopman, as he pulled down the electric light and turned it upon the
picture. "The young lady who painted it is fast making a name for
herself. So far this is the first bit of her work we have had in
London; but the Continental dealers assure me they find a ready market
for it."

"I can quite believe it," said Browne. "It is an exceedingly pretty
sketch. You may send it round to me."

"Very good, sir; thank you. Perhaps you will allow me to show you one
or two others while you are here? We have several new works since you
paid us a visit last."

"No, thank you," Browne replied. "I only came in to find out whether
you could tell me the address of the young lady who painted this. She
and I met in Norway some months ago."

"Indeed, sir, I had no idea when I spoke, that you were acquainted.
Perhaps you know that she is in London at the present moment. She
honoured me by visiting my shop this morning."

"Indeed," said Browne. "In that case you might let me know where I can
find her."

"I will do so at once," the man replied. "If you will excuse me for a
moment I will have it written out for you."

He disappeared forthwith into an office at the end of the shop, leaving
Browne staring at the picture as if he could not take his eyes off it.
So engaged was he with the thoughts it conju