During the drive back to the gallery, I filled Rob and the girls in on the secrets the old lady had told me. They didn’t seem as surprised as I’d been, perhaps because they’d taken a closer look round the room with the chair and seen some of Lautrec’s paintings and sketches.
“Dirty bastard!” Louise said.
“Lou!” I didn’t like her speaking like that about a…
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