and fifteen thousand pounds to you, madam. Buyer one-eight,â he intoned as he wrote, naming the number on Sarahâs card. âCongratulations, madam. A lovely acquisition.â
The sale had taken less than three minutes.
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Jeffrey raced up the stairs to the larger auction hall, where last weekâs furniture sale had taken place. The assistant chief of their furniture division was a young man by the name of Trevor with a decidedly Oxbridge accent. He brightened immensely at Jeffreyâs arrival.
âAh excellent, excellent. Mr. Sinclair, may I take this opportunity to introduce Professor Halbmeier from Bonn.â
The man did not offer his hand. âI would like to know where you obtained this piece.â
âI donât know,â Jeffrey replied, bridling at his tone. âAnd if I did I wouldnât tell you.â
âYes, well, perhaps we might just have a look at it ourselves, shall we?â Trevor exposed a bland peacemaking smile to all and sundry. âThe professor was just telling me that he was not familiar with the item.â
âHow could I be? There was no record of anything from the Kaiserâs palace having survived.â
âYes, it must be quite a shock. Shall we?â He drew the professor over, ran a hand along the top, said, âThis is actually something we sold last week, as I told you on the phone.â
âThat remains to be seen,â the professor replied ominously.
âYes, well.â Trevor cleared his throat. âIn any case, itâs by perhaps the greatest German cabinet maker, certainly the greatest neoclassic cabinet maker, a fellow by the name of Johann Gottlieb Fiedler. There are very, very few pieces by him still around. Wars and such, you know. Bombs tend to have a rather lasting effect on wood.
âSo far as we know, there are three pieces by Fiedler in Berlin, one in the Wallace collection, and this particular piece that literally sprang to life before our very noses. Quite a bit of conjecture about where this one came from. Gave our verifications people quite a time, I donât mind telling you.
âWhatâs most interesting about it is the top, of course,â the young man went on. He ran a casual hand across a fitted stone block that had been made to sit on the chestâs upper surface as though growing from it. Its face was a geometric mosaic, designed from hundreds of thousands of tiny multicolored flecks of marble.
âA lot of these are marbles that havenât been known since antiquity. We think many of them were probably carved out of ancient columns, but our people have been able to come up with absolutely nothing certain. Quite frustrating, really. This bit in the center appears to be one piece, perhaps lifted from some early Roman vessel, and the rest was then designed around it. But itâs all conjecture.â
The mixture of colors on the face was almost psychedelicârich hues belonging more to semiprecious stones than to modern marble.
âIn any case, we do know that it was made around 1780,â the young man continued. âMost probably for the Crown Prince of Prussia, Friedrich Wilhelm. The precise date hinges around whether one thinks he was arrogant enough to have it made before his uncle the Kaiser died.â
The German official was not taking all this very well. In fact, he appeared to be building up a full head of steam.
âOur man said the fellow positively wouldnât have daredcommission it unless he was already the Kaiser,â Trevor blithely continued. âIt was just so grand, you see. And there was no evidence that his uncle ever owned such a piece. It would have been a real case of one-upmanship, something he certainly couldnât have afforded until the crown was already in his grubby little hands.â
Trevor was too caught up in the tale to realize the effect his words were having on the bulbous gentleman beside him, who had begun to take