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“In which case I’ll take it from you and I hope to find a buyer in a reasonable period of time.” “You – you would not – buy it – outright?” He shook his head. “I seldom do that. What are you asking for it?” He thought that she might have no idea of its worth, but instead she mentioned, again hesitatingly, a figure that he knew was fair, though for a Van Dyck it was rather below the market value. “I doubt if I’ll get that.” “Will you please try? It is very – important that my father should have the money as – soon as possible.” ‘Gambling debts, I’ll be bound!’ Isaacs thought to himself. And that, he imagined, would explain why the other painting had had to be sold. They were always the same, these gentlemen, chucking away their money on the green baize tables and when they had a ba