'You have never known me, Alec,' she replied, perhaps a little sadly. 'You have never tried to know me. Well--I know all. Mr. Roland Lee, the painter, was one anvil--you played upon him very harmoniously. Effie Wilmot was another. Now, Alec, don't'--she knew the premonitory symptoms--'don't begin to deny, either with the "D" or without, because, I assure you, I know everything. You are like the ostrich, who buries his head in the sand and thinks himself invisible. Don't deny things, because it is quite useless. Before we go a step farther I am going to make you understand exactly. I know the whole story. I have suspected things for a long time, and now I have learned the truth. I learned it bit by bit through the fortunate accident of living with Armorel, who has been the real discoverer. First I saw the man's work, and I saw at once where you got your pictures from, and what was the meaning of certain words that had passed from Armorel. Why, Armorel was the model--your model, and you didn't know it. And the coast scenery is her scenery--the Scilly Isles, where you have never been. I won't tell you how I pieced things together till I had made a connected story and had no longer any doubt. But remember the night of the Reading. Why did Armorel hold that Reading? Why did she show the unfinished picture? Why did she sing that song? It was for you, Alec. It was to tell you a great deal more than it told the people. It was to let you know that everything was discovered. Do you deny it now?' 'I suppose that infernal girl--she is capable of everything----'