A black and white picture on the wall in front of the fireplace showed the silhouette of a person, usually a gentleman, but always with a jaunty hat on his head.
“Here is the picture for which you inquired, you see?”
“Yes, but what do you want him to look like?”
“Ah,” he patiently answered, “that’s the main thing.”
“Jaunty, isn’t he?”
“Became famous, yes.”
“Terrific chap,” he said. “He’s a genius. Can’t you see him?”
“Of course I can see him,” I said, “I’m absolutely certain he’s a genius.”