"But who?" I asked. "Mad or not, he was a master genius."
"I do not even remember his name. He is dead. They allowed him to paint
in the madhouse. It kept his mind tranquil. I obtained the painting
from his family after his death. They refused to accept money for it,
saying they were glad to give it away."
I had forgotten all about the painting when some five years after I
happened to be passing through a little street in Mexico City. My
attention was suddenly attracted by some articles I saw in the window
of a dingy shop, kept by a Spanish Jew. A pair of earrings--two little
Cupids wrought in black jet, holding their bows above their heads, the
bows being attached by slender gold chains to the hooks of the earrings!