‘The drawing isn’t listed as a Rembrandt, but by an unknown artist. The truth is, I’m not altogether certain about it myself. But if I’m right, it could be worth up to forty thousand pounds while the auction house’s estimate is only two hundred dollars.’
‘That’s called experience and scholarship, while at the same time being willing to take a punt,’ said Julian. ‘It’s not your fault the auction house hasn’t done its homework.’
‘I couldn’t agree more,’ said Beth. ‘But should I tell Sloane about my possible discovery, or should I risk two hundred dollars of my own money, in the hope of making a killing myself?’
‘What would you have done if Tim Knox was still director?’
‘Told him immediately,’ said Beth without hesitation, ‘so the Fitzmolean could benefit.’
‘Then you’ve answered your own question. Your first responsibility is to the museum, not its director, whoever that might be. Museums are permanent, directors are temporary.’
‘Even if Sloane were to tell the board it was his discovery, and take the credit for it?’
‘You really don’t like him, do you?’
‘No, I don’t,’ said Beth not attempting to hide her feelings.
‘Disliking the man is not a good enough reason to allow it to cloud your judgement, or lower yourself to his level.’
‘Of course you’re right. I’ll tell him about the drawing first thing in the morning.’
‘I think that would be wise,’ said Julian. ‘If nothing else, it might improve your relationship with him.’
‘Don’t count on it.’
‘Let’s rejoin the others before William starts wondering what we’re up to,’ said Julian.
‘I have no secrets from William,’ said Beth. ‘I’ve already discussed the problem with him, so you won’t be surprised to learn he agrees with you.’
‘He’s a lucky man,’ said Julian as he got up from his chair, opened the study door, and stood aside to allow Beth to make her way back to the drawing room.
‘Artemisia has been telling us about her most recent conversation with the Princess of Wales,’ said Audrey, when they reappeared.
‘Verbatim,’ said William.
‘Yes, I was,’ said Artemisia. ‘I can’t wait to see her again, because I have an important question to ask her.’
‘And what might that be?’ enquired Julian.
‘In the car Mummy told Daddy that Diana was playing away from home, and I wondered which sport she was playing.’
Sir Julian didn’t answer his granddaughter’s question, as he wasn’t altogether sure how to advise his youngest client.
CHAPTER 21
RADIANT WAS THE WORD THATcame to Ross’s mind when he saw her for the first time that morning.
‘Good morning, your Royal Highness,’ he said, holding open the back door of the car.
‘Good morning, Ross,’ she replied as she climbed in. ‘It was kind of you to give up your weekend. I do hope Jojo isn’t too cross with me.’
‘She understood, ma’am.’
Both of them knew that wasn’t true.
Making their way out of London on a Saturday morning with no police escort was an unusual experience for both of them. Having to stop at traffic lights that didn’t instantly turn green, waiting to give way at roundabouts, and being overtaken by other cars, allowed Diana a rare glimpse of the real world.
Ross glanced in his rear-view mirror to see her chatting on the phone. She was clearly looking forward to a weekend in the country with her … he couldn’t find the appropriate word.