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Chapter 25
Chapter 25 Sir Timothy was standing upon the hearthrug of the very wonderful apartment which he called his library. By his side, on a black marble pedestal, stood a small statue by Rodin. Behind him, lit by a shielded electric light, was a Vandyck, “A Portrait of a Gentleman Unknown,” and Francis, as he hesitated for a moment upon the threshold, was struck by a sudden quaint likeness between the face of the man in the picture, with his sunken cheeks, his supercilious smile, his narrowed but powerful eyes, to the face of Sir Timothy himself. There was something of the same spirit there— the lawless buccaneer, perhaps the criminal. “You asked for me, Sir Timothy,” Francis said. Sir Timothy smiled. “I was fortunate to find that you had not left,” he answered. “I want you to be p
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