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Belle Lafcadio:
Do you know, I've always had the strangest feeling that Johnny couldn't have painted that picture. And last night I suddenly realized what had been bothering me.

Albert Campion:
What was it?

Belle Lafcadio:
I remember him talking to me about Saint Joan, oh, thirty-odd years ago. 'Look, Belle,' he said. 'She spent most of her life hoeing and carrying pig swill. Then a couple of years sleeping rough in army camps, then rotting in jail. And she had the kind of mind that thought nobody knew what God wanted, only she. I'll lay 20 to 1,' he said, 'that woman must have had a face like Oliver Cromwell's!'