“It looks horrid enough,” said Heinrich, “but think a drop or two of wine would brighten it up a little.”
So he took a bottle from his pocket, and after they had had a glass apiece, he dropped a third in blots all over the plaster. Being red wine, it had the effect Höllenrachen desired.
“When they visit it next, they will know that the vampire can find the food he prefers,” said he.
In a corner close by the plaster, they found the clothes Karl had worn.
“Hillo!” said Heinrich, “we’ll make something of this find.”
So he carried them with him to the studio. There he got hold of the lay-figure.
“What are you about, Heinrich?”
“Going to make a scarecrow to keep the ravens off old Teufel’s pictures,” answered Heinrich, as he went on dressing the lay-figure in Karl’s clothes. He next seated the creature at an easel with its back to the door, so that it should be the first thing the painter should see when he entered. Karl meant to remove this before he went, for it was too comical to fall in with the rest of his proceedings. But the two sat down to their supper, and by the time they had finished the wine, they thought they should