The plain fact was not denied.
"You mustn't think me very hard and grasping if I hold you to the bargain."
"No, Miss June. If you insist, of course the picture is yours."
"To do with just as I like."
"Why yes, certainly."
June proceeded to take the bull by the horns. "Very well," she said. "After supper, I shall ask you to hand it over to me, and I will put it in a place of safety."
William sighed heavily. He seemed almost upon the verge of tears. June simply loathed the part she was playing. The only consolation was that she was acting quite as much in his interest as in her own.
Uncle Si came in shortly before eight. He sat down to supper in quite a good humour. For once the old man was in high conversational feather.
It was clear that his mind was still full of the picture. Without subscribing for one moment to William's preposterous theory that the thing was a genuine Van Roon, he had had a further talk on the matter with his friend, Mr. Thornton, with whom he had travelled down to Newbury; and, he had arranged with that gentleman to bring his friend, Monsieur Duponnet, the famous Paris expert who was now in London, to come and look at it on Thursday afternoon. Monsieur Duponnet who knew more about Van Roon than anybody living, and had had several pass through his hands in the last ten years, would be able to say positively whether William was wrong, and S. Gedge Antiques was right, or with a devout gesture for which June longed to pull his ugly nose, vice versâ.
The time had now come for June to show her hand.
