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turned into a crushing defeat. His reputation as an astute art collector and connoisseur was on the line. Astute art collectors don’t buy forgeries, and collectors who do, become the butt of jokes and are ridiculed. All that was left, therefore, was damage control. To have this controversial episode splashed across the pages of his beloved New York Times was unthinkable, and had to be prevented at all cost. He had to find a solution quickly, while all the players were present.

All his life, Fuchs had been a master tactician who knew how to deal with the unexpected. He had navigated the family bank through the difficult and dangerous war years and made a fortune. He had seen people in high places come and go, and powerful regimes sink into the dustbin of history. He was therefore well equipped to deal with the problem at hand: he had to keep his embarrassment out of the public domain, and to do that, he needed a plan.

Racing through the events of the morning, he was formulating his approach. He knew that Jack and Benjamin Krakowski were close; he knew that Krakowski was the man of the moment with his generous donation of the auction proceeds to the Rosen Foundation. He also knew that Celia had written several leading articles about this. To therefore have Krakow ski's father exposed as a dishonest man who sold forgeries, regardless of the desperate times and circumstances, could cause some unwelcome character damage and take the gloss off the generous gesture and his reputation.

One of Fuchs’ many strengths has always been his ability to read people and find their weak spots. He therefore knew instinctively that he was on the right track.

‘Monsieur Moreau, I must congratulate you. The way you solved this intriguing puzzle has been truly inspirational.’

‘Thank you. I know it wasn’t the result you expected,’ replied Moreau, enjoying his second glass of splendid vintage Bordeaux, ‘but we are all ruled by facts.’

‘Quite. But something puzzles me …’

‘What is that?’ asked Moreau.

‘The frame. You said that in your opinion, the frame is an original. I think you called it one of Monet’s original selection frames; something like that.’

‘Yes, there’s no doubt about that.’

‘An original frame with a forgery?’

‘That puzzled me too’, said Moreau. ‘But facts …’

‘And the original painting you examined before the auction had a simple, quite ordinary frame, you say?’

‘Yes, it did.’

‘Certainly not a Monet original—right?’

‘No. it was added much later.’

‘That would suggest, would it not, that the deception was quite deliberate. I mean, when I purchased the painting from Berenger Krakowski, I was deliberately sold a forgery with an original Monet frame to make it look authentic.’

‘One could look at it that way,’ conceded Moreau, ‘but we’ll never know, will we?’

‘Perhaps not.’

Fuchs turned to Celia sitting on his right. ‘What an eventful morning, Miss Crawford’, he said. ‘It would appear that Benjamin Krakowski’s father wasn’t exactly the man we all thought he was.’

‘What are you suggesting, Herr Fuchs?’ asked Celia, a little irritated.

‘Well, I bought the painting from him in good faith, paid for it with gold as requested, got a proper receipt for the transaction, and was sold a forgery, albeit apparently a very good one. These are the facts, Miss Crawford, whichever way we look at the situation.’

Jack was carefully watching Fuchs and realised at once what he was doing. He thought it was time to step in. 'That's one way to look at it, but this whole episode has turned into—forgive me if I speak frankly—an embarrassment for you, has it not?’

‘There’s no denying that’, said Fuchs cheerfully. So far, the conversation was going exactly as he had hoped it would. He was getting closer to where he wanted to go. ‘However, you have to admit that the story has lost its gloss. The potential controversy has gone away. So, I have to ask myself, why write anything about it at all?’

Celia looked at Fuchs, surprised, but Jack had seen this coming all along. 'Let's cut to the chase, Herr Fuchs, shall we?’ said Jack, turning serious. He folded his napkin in half and reached for his wineglass. ‘If I understand you correctly, you would prefer it if we, that is, Miss Crawford’s paper, would forget all about this, and not publish anything about you and the forgery at all. Am I right?’

Fuchs looked at Jack, and smiled. He recognised in Jack a man he could deal with, because he understood the rules of the game: give and take; something for something; compromise.‘Exactly’, said Fuchs.

‘And why should we do that?’ interjected Celia. ‘After all, we have invested in this story. At your request, I might add.’

‘Because of what I’m about to offer you in return.’

‘And what might that be?’ asked Jack, admiring the cunning old man’s tactics.

‘I will take care of all the expenses, reimburse the paper in full, pay for everything it has spent on this story.’

Jack took a sip of wine and watched Fuchs carefully. ‘And?’

‘I will agree to a comprehensive interview with you and Miss Crawford about your book—Dental Gold and Other Horrors—no holds barred. I assure you, I can fill in many of the gaps, set the record straight and, add a few surprises.’ Fuchs paused to let this sink in. ‘And,’ he continued, ‘Mr Krakowski’s reputation remains intact without a slur on the family name, or the painting for that matter. An important consideration I would have thought, especially in light of recent events: the auction … the donation … and the mystery buyer you are about to reveal. Let’s be frank, a story about a forgery could only muddy the waters and cast a shadow over everything, don’t you think?’ said Fuchs cheerfully, and reached for his glass. ‘And that’s certainly not what you would want, is it?’ he added quietly.

Celia shot Jack a meaningful look, the question on her face obvious.

‘Would you excuse us for a moment’, said Jack, and stood up. ‘Miss Crawford and I need a word in private.’

‘By all means’, said Fuchs, and raised his glass, confident of having won the argument.

 

 

‘I think we made the right decision here’, said Jack on their way back to London. They had just left Bern airport and were flying over the Alps.

Celia looked out the window, enjoying the glow of the setting sun reflected on the snow-covered peaks floating by. ‘I hope so, Jack.’

‘Your editor seemed pleased.’

‘Why wouldn’t he be? Thanks to you, I get to interview Isis, the megastar, and break the story about the mystery buyer. Without doubt the story of the moment. And then there’s the interview with Fuchs. No holds barred—remember? You’ll get a lot of publicity out of that, and my paper comes along for the ride. And as Fuchs quite rightly pointed out, the forgery story has certainly lost its controversy appeal. Not bad. I just don’t like being manipulated, especially by an old rogue like Fuchs.’

Jack began to laugh. ‘You must admit, he played this to perfection. You have to admire him for that. And, he’s paying all of the expenses. Your paper would have liked that too.’

‘I suppose so, but—’

‘Celia, this is the real world. You have to be flexible; prepared to change your mind. I think we’ve come out way in front.’

‘I think you’re right. Thanks for everything.’

‘We should drink to that’, said Jack, and reached for the bottle of champagne Lola had left for them in the ice bucket. She was in the cockpit flying the plane.

Celia watched Jack open the bottle. He’s without doubt the most exciting man I’ve met in a long time, she thought. Time to make a move. Sensing the growing tension, Jack looked at her, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

He’s thinking what I’m thinking, thought Celia and put her hand on Jack’s thigh. ‘Come here,’ she said, her voice sounding hoarse, ‘I wanted to do this for a long time.’

‘Oh? What?’ asked Jack, trying to sound nonchalant.

‘Kiss a country boy, silly.

Six Months Later

Jack was visiting Tristan and Countess Kuragin at her chateau in France, when he received a phone call from Isis.

‘I just had a mystery parcel hand-delivered by special courier’, said Isis. ‘Had to sign for it myself; in person.’

‘Oh? What is it?’

‘A surprise. You should really come over and see this for yourself.’

‘That important?’

‘It is.’

‘I’ll catch the Eurostar in the morning’, said Jack, his curiosity aroused. ‘I need a break anyway. I’ve been working on my Fuchs interview notes for a couple of weeks now, trying to incorporate them into my book. It’s tedious, but potentially quite explosive stuff, especially now that he’s dead.’

Emil Fuchs had passed away in his sleep two weeks earlier after contracting pneumonia. ‘My editors are on my back and my publicist is calling twice a day. I hate pressure!’

‘Poor boy. That’s what happens when you’re famous. Don’t let them rattle you.’

‘Easier said than done. Any hints?’

Little Sparrow in the Garden.’

‘Now you’ve really got me intrigued’, said Jack.

‘I’ll send a car to pick you up from the station. See you tomorrow.’

Boris was waiting for Jack with Isis’ black Bentley at St Pancras Station the next morning and drove him straight to the Time Machine Studios. Lola greeted Jack downstairs and took him up to Isis’ apartment.

‘What’s all this about?’ asked Jack, enjoying the familiar ride in the glass lift. Lola shook her head. ‘Come on, you can tell me.’

‘No way! She’ll skin me alive if I let anything slip.’

‘Oh. That serious, is it?’

‘You’ll see in a minute.’

Isis looked like someone who had just stepped off the catwalk. Her impeccable make-up, perfect hairdo and the latest creation by one of her favourite fashion designers told Jack that Isis was definitely back to her true self again. She hurried towards the lift, her high heels clop-clopping on the marble, threw her arms around Jack and kissed him on both cheeks; French style. ‘You’re in for a big surprise’, she said, pointing to the easel standing in the middle of the room.

Little Sparrow in the Garden, still in pride of place, I see’, said Jack.

‘It is, but what do you think is next to it?’ asked Isis, pointing to another easel covered with a black velvet cloth.

‘No idea. Something new you’ve bought?’

‘No. I didn’t have to buy it. It was a gift.’

‘How interesting.’

‘Any ideas?’

‘No.’

‘What do you think, Lola; shall we put this poor wretch out of his misery and show him?’ asked Isis.

‘Might as well.’

Isis walked over to the easel and began to slowly lift the black cloth like a magician revealing the impossible. The only thing missing was the drumroll. As the cloth inched closer to the bottom of the frame, Isis quickly pulled it off with a flourish and stood back.

‘I don’t believe it!’ said Jack, completely taken by surprise. He walked up to the frame and looked at the familiar painting. ‘How … did … you …?

‘Fuchs left it to me.’

‘Incredible!’

‘I received a formal letter from his executors. Oh, and this is for you’, said Isis. She handed Jack a sealed envelope with ‘Jack Rogan’ written across the front in a spidery handwriting.

Jack opened the envelope, unfolded the piece of paper inside, and began to read:

 

Dear Jack

 

I enjoyed sparring with you during our recent interviews more than I like to admit. Facing the truth for someone like me is never easy, but you have always been fair and objective in your dealings with me, and for that I am grateful.

You have given me your word not to publish the story

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