Art to him was an unknown book, but he had the instinct, and he was quick to feel.

This picture struck him as being out of harmony with everything else in the room.

Yet it had, a strange compelling charm.
Presently he started forward with an exclamation.

Now he understood the vague, eerie influence.

Looking out from behind the foliage was a face, so dim that one moment it seemed not to be there, and then suddenly to flash in--as a picture from beyond sails, lightning-like, across the filmy eyes of the dying.