Chapter 25

“Yes, Mr. Kendall. He’s expecting you.” The woman stood. “If you’ll follow me.”

She led him down a short hallway to a door at the end, opening it for him.

A stocky, gray-haired man, seated at a large oak desk, looked up when Zack entered. Then he got to his feet, saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kendall,” he said. “I presume that’s the Richardson painting you want appraised.” His glance went to the well-wrapped package Zack was holding.

“Yes, sir. As I told your secretary when I called this morning, I bought it about six months ago and just recently realized I’ve failed to get it insured. Since I know my insurance company will need a fair appraisal of its value first…” Zack held out the package containing the three by three-foot canvas.

Mr. Alberts took it, going across the room to a table along one wall. Setting it down, he carefully slit the tape and removed the wrapping. Then he stood back, looking at the painting.