Avery flicked to the goldfields photo, the one with Artemis as well. Photos were a better choice than paintings, there was less to be argued with. "And that one? From 1850? That's him. Not his great great whatever grandfather, or a coincidence. That's him." He looked at Armaan's face, narrowing his eyes. He could tell when he was being humoured, and he had a feeling that it was happening right now.