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Elizabeth, who still appeared to be on a shopping expedition.
    ‘Victorian - I purchased it from the Earl of Bute’s estate.’
    ‘No, I meant how much is it worth?’
    ‘Whatever someone is willing to pay for it,’ Cornelius replied as they reached the front door.
    ‘Don’t forget to let me know, Cornelius, if there’s anything I can do to help.’
    ‘How kind of you, Elizabeth,’ he said, opening the door to find the estate agent hammering a stake into the ground with a sign on it declaring FOR SALE. Cornelius smiled, because it
was the only thing that morning that had stopped Elizabeth in her tracks.

    Frank Vintcent arrived on the Thursday evening, carrying a bottle of cognac and two pizzas.
    ‘If I’d realised that losing Pauline was to be part of the deal, I would never have agreed to go along with your plan in the first place,’ Frank said as he nibbled at his
microwaved pizza. ‘How do you manage without her?’
    ‘Rather badly,’ Cornelius admitted, ‘although she still drops in for an hour or two every evening. Otherwise this place would look like a pigsty. Come to think of it, how do you cope?’
    ‘As a bachelor,’ Frank replied, ‘you learn the art of survival from an early age. Now, let’s stop this small-talk and get on with the game.’
    ‘Which game?’ enquired Cornelius with a chuckle.
    ‘Chess,’ replied Frank. ‘I’ve had enough of the other game for one week.’
    ‘Then we’d better go through to the library.’
    Frank was surprised by Cornelius’s opening moves, as he had never known his old friend to be so daring. Neither of them spoke again for over an hour, most of which Frank spent trying to
defend his queen.
    ‘This might well be the last game we play with this set,’ said Cornelius wistfully.
    ‘No, don’t worry yourself about that,’ said Frank. ‘They always allow you to keep a few personal items.’
    ‘Not when they’re worth a quarter of a million pounds,’ replied Cornelius.
    ‘I had no idea,’ said Frank, looking up.
    ‘Because you’re not the sort of man who has ever been interested in worldly goods. It’s a sixteenth-century Persian masterpiece, and it’s bound to cause considerable
interest when it comes under the hammer.’
    ‘But surely you’ve found out all you need to know by now,’ said Frank. ‘Why carry on with the exercise when you could lose so much that’s dear to you?’
    ‘Because I still have to discover the truth.’
    Frank sighed, stared down at the board and moved his queen’s knight. ‘Checkmate,’ he said. ‘It serves you right for not concentrating.’

    Cornelius spent most of Friday morning in a private meeting with the managing director of Botts and Company, the local fine art and furniture auctioneers.
    Mr Botts had already agreed that the sale could take place in a fortnight’s time. He had often repeated that he would have preferred a longer period to prepare the catalogue and send out
an extensive mailing for such a fine collection, but at least he showed some sympathy for the position Mr Barrington found himself in. Over the years, Lloyd’s of London, death duties and
impending bankruptcy had proved the auctioneer’s best friends.
    ‘We will need to have everything in our storeroom as soon as possible,’ said Mr Botts, ‘so there’s enough time to prepare a catalogue, while still allowing the customers
to view on three consecutive days before the sale takes place.’
    Cornelius nodded his agreement.
    The auctioneer also recommended that a full page be taken in the Chudley Advertiser the following Wednesday, giving details of what was coming under the hammer, so they could reach those
people they failed to contact by post.
    Cornelius left Mr Botts a few minutes before midday, and on his way back to the bus stop dropped into the removal company. He handed over PS100 in fives and tens, leaving the impression
that it had taken him a few days to raise the cash.
    While waiting for the bus, he