‘A bit careless,’ he said as they re-entered the hall, ‘leaving the door unlocked.’ ‘Oh, I don’t know.’ Barnaby opened it a fraction and checked the view, then stepped out. ‘The only room where there might be anything worth pinching was secured.’ ‘Great works of art, d’you mean?’ jeered Troy as they walked back towards the hedge. ‘I was thinking of canvases—they cost a hell of a lot. So do paints. Or of course he might be doing a Keating.’ ‘Come again, sir?’ ‘Tom Keating. A very successful forger.’ ‘Well, whatever he’s doing he’s not successful. I’ve seen families on the Social living better.
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