Basil was dead.

Goodbye, Basil.

You sound terrifying, Basil.

It's your best work, Basil. The best thing you've ever done.

I must congratulate you, Basil.

They were talking about Basil's disappearance.

I was in Basel visiting the Waldsteins.

Paris.

What do you think happened to Basil?

Allen Campbell had shot himself. And Basil...

Well, I should invite her to come to my house to see Basil's portrait.

What if Basil Hallward came and asked to look at his own picture?

What would you like me to read, Basil?

Who's that at your piano, Basil?

She'll be as lovely as your sister was, Basil.

You would hardly care for such an arrangement, Basil. It would be hard lines on your work.

Thank you, Basil. Our engagement is still a dead secret. She's not even told her mother.

Don't worry, Basil. I'm immune to his ideas now.

Thank you, Basil. It's good of you to be so concerned.

Let us say them together. It's too late, Basil.

Among Lord Henry's friends was the painter Basil Hallward.

She's all that you say, but I don't agree.

The best thing that Basil ever did was that wonderful portrait of you.

Come upstairs, Basil. I keep a diary of my life from day to day. It never leaves the room in which it is written.

Basil was still able to recognize his painting of Dorian.

For months, the mysterious disappearance of Basil Hallward... was the sensation of London.

His eye fell on the portrait Basil Hallward had painted of him.

Hello, Basil. Sorry to keep you. Have you had breakfast?

Believe me, that's the best course. I promise you, Scotland Yard will not forget Basil Hallward.

It was Basil Hallward's niece, Gladys, who had loved him since she was a child.

Yet sometime, somehow, Basil might reveal his secret to her.

You don't really mind, do you, Basil? You've told me that you liked your sitters to have someone to chat to.

Basil had left the house at 11. No one had seen him come in again.

The man in the gray ulster who boarded the train at Victoria Station... was undoubtedly Basil Hallward.

Miss Vane, has Sir Tristan, as you have so charmingly called him... ever invited you to see the wonderful portrait that Basil Hallward has made of him?

The knife that had killed Basil Hallward would kill his portrait also... and free him at a stroke from the evil enchantment of the past.

A strange sense of fear for which he could not account... came over him at the sight of Basil Hallward... and prevented him from making any sign of recognition.

An uncontrollable feeling of hatred for Basil came over him... together with a terror of the knowledge he had given him... and the use he might make of it.

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