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"
Dear
me
!
"
said
Holmes
,
"
he
seems
a
quiet
,
meek-mannered
man
enough
,
but
I
dare
say
that
there
was
a
lurking
devil
in
his
eyes
.
I
had
pictured
him
as
a
more
robust
and
ruffianly
person
.
"
"
There
's
no
doubt
about
the
authenticity
,
for
the
name
and
the
date
,
1647
,
are
on
the
back
of
the
canvas
.
"
Holmes
said
little
more
,
but
the
picture
of
the
old
roysterer
seemed
to
have
a
fascination
for
him
,
and
his
eyes
were
continually
fixed
upon
it
during
supper
.
It
was
not
until
later
,
when
Sir
Henry
had
gone
to
his
room
,
that
I
was
able
to
follow
the
trend
of
his
thoughts
.
He
led
me
back
into
the
banqueting-hall
,
his
bedroom
candle
in
his
hand
,
and
he
held
it
up
against
the
time-stained
portrait
on
the
wall
.
"
Do
you
see
anything
there
?
"
I
looked
at
the
broad
plumed
hat
,
the
curling
love-locks
,
the
white
lace
collar
,
and
the
straight
,
severe
face
which
was
framed
between
them
.
It
was
not
a
brutal
countenance
,
but
it
was
prim
,
hard
,
and
stern
,
with
a
firm-set
,
thin-lipped
mouth
,
and
a
coldly
intolerant
eye
.
"
Is
it
like
anyone
you
know
?
"
"
There
is
something
of
Sir
Henry
about
the
jaw
.
"
"
Just
a
suggestion
,
perhaps
.
But
wait
an
instant
!
"
He
stood
upon
a
chair
,
and
,
holding
up
the
light
in
his
left
hand
,
he
curved
his
right
arm
over
the
broad
hat
and
round
the
long
ringlets
.
"
Good
heavens
!
"
I
cried
,
in
amazement
.
The
face
of
Stapleton
had
sprung
out
of
the
canvas
.
