‘These artworks, which he carefully hid from me – and which only come to my attention many years from now when they are exhibited in Paris – must be destroyed.’ ‘You speak of the future?’ Gaspard says, interrupting again. ‘I apologize, but I truly do not understand.’ ‘The pieces you asked Monsieur Weisweiler to sell have already been dealt with, as has Monsieur Weisweiler,’ Barbaroux says. ‘Dealt with?’ Gaspard feels the blood drain from his face. ‘You mean . . . ?’
