The painting

‘The gentlemen are here.’
‘Which gentlemen?’
‘The ones with the painting.’
‘Send them away.’
‘But they’ve come a long way.’
‘Give them a cup of tea and send them away.’
‘And the painting?’
‘It’s not a real painting. It’s the work of an impostor.’
‘An impostor?’
‘A fake. A fake.’
‘And the gentlemen?’
‘Duped.’
‘And the money?’
‘Mine.’
‘Mr Walters?’
‘A fool. Like me.’
‘Duped?’
‘Finally you see. I’m a fool bobbing on a sea of fools.’
‘By Mrs Walters?’
‘Don’t you see, there was no Third-Eye Vision, there is no Art of the Infinite Dream Dimensions.’
‘Madness?’
‘Lies. A lover. A planned trip. With my money. I never want to see that thing again.’