Miss Fiona Featherduster
had knocked on my office door bright and early this morning. She
was all weepy 'cause her grandfather had just died. He was quite
the art collector, but he'd left her just one dusty painting in
the attic. She wanted to know if it was worth anything.
"It might be," I
said. "Why don't you...
...show me a photo of
your mystery painting."
...tell me about grandpa's