But it is said that the best work he ever did is the pair of portraits that face each other in the Mason home, and the other pair, the exact duplicates that face each other in the same manner in the Kenton house.
Dick opened a shutter entirely, and the light of the white moon, white like marble, streamed in.

The sudden inpouring illuminated the room so vividly that Dick's heart missed a beat.

It seemed, for a minute, that the two men in the portraits were stepping from the wall.

Then his heart beat steadily again and the color returned to his face.

They had always been there, those two portraits.