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The Result

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316 Seiten
Englisch
Clink Street Publishingerschienen am16.04.2024
The Result is the fifth volume in the Ian Caxton Thriller series. When Ian Caxton is offered a 'gift' of a painting worth £25 million he knows it comes with 'strings'... and he'll also be breaking the law. The result could be a fortune... or a long term in prison. Viktor sees a chance to help repatriate hidden paintings stolen by the Nazis during the Second World War, but could his honest intentions bring him into conflict with Ian? Emma is close to unravelling the history of her 'Mademoiselle Chad' painting, worth an estimated £3 million. However, this value can only be realised if she can identify the owner prior to 1889. Another absorbing page-turning tale involving more risks and rewards, but could The Result be the moment when Ian's successes finally come to an end?

This is the fifth novel in the Ian Caxton thriller series by the writer Robert Cort.mehr
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KlappentextThe Result is the fifth volume in the Ian Caxton Thriller series. When Ian Caxton is offered a 'gift' of a painting worth £25 million he knows it comes with 'strings'... and he'll also be breaking the law. The result could be a fortune... or a long term in prison. Viktor sees a chance to help repatriate hidden paintings stolen by the Nazis during the Second World War, but could his honest intentions bring him into conflict with Ian? Emma is close to unravelling the history of her 'Mademoiselle Chad' painting, worth an estimated £3 million. However, this value can only be realised if she can identify the owner prior to 1889. Another absorbing page-turning tale involving more risks and rewards, but could The Result be the moment when Ian's successes finally come to an end?

This is the fifth novel in the Ian Caxton thriller series by the writer Robert Cort.
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9781915785381
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
Format HinweisePub Wasserzeichen
FormatE101
Erscheinungsjahr2024
Erscheinungsdatum16.04.2024
ReiheThe Ian Caxton Thriller Series
Reihen-Nr.5
Seiten316 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Dateigrösse766 Kbytes
Artikel-Nr.14434324
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Genre9201

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Leseprobe



Chapter 2


On the final morning of May Ling´s vacation in Antigua, Oscar slipped quietly out of bed. It was just after 5.50am. He left May continuing to sleep peacefully. He´d struggled to sleep himself, knowing he´d soon be back alone in his bed.

He quietly slipped on his dressing gown and walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He wanted to make sure everything was fully prepared before they went for their early morning swim in the Caribbean Sea.

May had become very fond of Oscar´s tropical fruits, nuts and cereals for breakfast. All very different to her usual quick Chinese dishes and coffee back home.

After preparing a huge bowl of mixed fresh fruits he placed it in the fridge and made himself a mug of coffee. Taking the drink through to his study he savoured and sipped the hot coffee whilst he waited for his computer to spring into life. After it had booted successfully, he checked his three favourite news websites but nothing really captured his attention. These websites were his main contact with what was happening in the outside world. He then switched his attention to his emails and found that Wesley, the owner of the Shell Gallery´, wanted to have a meeting to discuss a particular problem. Wesley had briefly explained the situation but Oscar decided his reply could wait until May had left. He could then give the query his full attention.

Oscar sipped the last drops of his coffee and looked at his wristwatch. 6.45am. He looked out of the window and saw the first signs of sunrise. This was his usual time to swim in the Caribbean, before the sun became too hot.

He left the study and strolled back towards his bedroom. Quietly pushing open the door he noticed May was curled up and still fast asleep. He slowly walked to the side of his bed, sat down and listened to her rhythmic breathing. He leaned forward, pulled back the single cotton sheet and kissed her on the cheek. He then smiled and gently stroked her hair. Gradually, May began to stir. Opening her eyes and spotting Oscar, she sat up, smiled and kissed Oscar fully on his lips.

Last morning, May, whispered Oscar, standing up from the bed. There´s a big sea out there waiting for us. Oscar wandered over to his wardrobe and selected a pair of blue swimming shorts.

May sat up, stretched and yawned. What time is it?

Time for our swim, replied Oscar. He checked his watch. Nearly seven o´clock. We´ve got three hours before I need to take you to the airport.

May got out of bed and Oscar watched her slim, naked body walk into the ensuite bathroom.

It was about an hour later when they both sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat their breakfast.

May had once again enjoyed her relaxing swim in the lovely warm sea. I´m going to miss the Caribbean, Oscar. Our early morning swim is so refreshing and it gives me such a great appetite for breakfast.

Is that all you´ll miss? teased Oscar. He tried to hold back a smile.

May smiled and placed her hand on the side of Oscar´s face. I´ll miss you, too.

I´ll miss you too... a lot, said Oscar, looking deep into May´s dark blue eyes. It´s been fabulous, you staying here.

I´ve had a wonderful time. You are so lucky to be living on such a lovely island. It´s all made me think.

Think about what? queried Oscar.

The future. Our future. Beijing... and Hong Kong. I don´t really want to go back. All I have there is work... and with the Chinese government, well, that´s becoming more difficult and uncertain, by the day.

You don´t have to go back, May. It would be wonderful if you stayed here with me.

I know. But even if I decided to move out here... permanently, or elsewhere, I´d still have a lot of sorting out to do first. I can´t just drop everything... all the things I´ve worked so hard to achieve. A lot of people rely on me for their livelihood. I won´t just walk out and let them down.

No, of course. But, do you think we have a future... us together, I mean?

Yes, of course. It was wonderful meeting up with you again in Hong Kong. When you invited me to come and stay with you in Antigua, it was the highlight of my year. I counted the days until I left Hong Kong. We´ve got to keep in touch this time and see how we can move forward... together.

Oscar smiled. He could feel his emotions rising and wiped his right eye. Of course we will. I don´t mind returning to Hong Kong for a short holiday, but I´m not going back there to live again.

I know, replied May. She stared down at the last three pieces of fruit in her bowl. We need to talk about the future, Oscar. I know we´re both going to be sad living apart.

The drive to the airport was a quiet journey. They were both deep in thought. Everything that needed to be said had been discussed over the last few hours. May´s eyes were focused on the passing countryside and the traffic, but her mind was thinking about the last few weeks with Oscar. It had been far more than just a wonderful holiday, it had been a time for her to relax and reflect on her life and ambitions. Her relationship with Oscar had blossomed and she was certain he was going to be an essential part of her future. She felt sad to be leaving, but tried to convince herself it would only be for a short period. But would it? When she arrived back in Hong Kong would she simply slot back into her old lifestyle and realise that the great time with Oscar was just that, a great time, a holiday romance, or was it something more special? Time would tell... one way or another.


 


Emma sat quietly in the home office. Ian was away at a business meeting and Robert was at school. She had reserved today to try and find the last missing link between the artist Georges Seurat and Pickles and Co. She opened up her computer and typed the list of all the information she´d recently established:
Mademoiselle Chad´ had been painted in 1889
It had been purchased at an auction on the 14th November, 1902, by Barrett´s the Jewellers for three shillings.
Pickles and Co. owned the painting prior to the auction. They´d ceased trading earlier in 1902.
Pickles and Co. had previously been based at 12 Cornmarket Street, Oxford.
Prior to 1902, 12 Cornmarket Street was occupied by Pickles and Co. both as an art shop and as an agency from the offices upstairs.
The agency specialised in purchasing and importing paintings by some of the post-impressionist artists living in France.
Georges Seurat died in 1891.

Pondering on these facts, she gradually realised there were more questions still to be answered. Typing again she listed the following:
Was the painting purchased directly from the artist, or through a French agency link?
Were there any other links or connections?
What had happened to the painting during those first 13 years of its life?
Was there a direct link between Pickles and Co. and Georges Seurat?

Emma rechecked all her notes from earlier findings plus the information she´d obtained during her conversations with Jean at Barrett´s the Jewellers. She was happy that the provenance dating all the way back to the 14th November 1902 would stand up to official scrutiny, but she also knew that without the missing information for its first 13 years, between 1889-1902, the painting would certainly be devalued. Ian had told her that without proven provenance for this critical period, the picture´s value could well be reduced by many, many, thousands of pounds.

She sat back in her chair and pondered again on the challenge. How could she find out more about Pickles and Co.´s business dealings during those crucial 13 years?

Suddenly, Emma had an inspired thought. What had happened to all Pickles and Co.´s paintings and assets when they´d ceased trading? Presumably they were sold off by the official receiver. Did official receivers exist back in 1902? She made a note to find out. Who would they have been sold to? Would it be via an auction? Maybe. Could the buyer or buyers have obtained all Pickles and Co.´s records as well? After all, those records would contain valuable information, including the provenances for all Pickles and Co.´s paintings. Maybe, just maybe, those records would include the painting, Mademoiselle Chad´!

Emma stood up from her desk and walked over to Ian´s collection of art books, on a large bookcase immediately behind his desk. She was not sure what she was looking for, or going to find, but hoped something useful might just turn up. After a...

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