Mr. Hallward, sir.

Mr. Hallward doesn't wish to be disturbed.

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

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

I'm sorry, my lord, Mr. Hallward is not at home.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hallward. Mr. Gray isn't in.

Don't be alarmed about Dorian Gray. I'm the one Gladys will marry.

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.

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.

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.