then went back on the second day to bid on the icon. Why? Iâve checked his files and found the bill of sale. Thatâs the sequence, all right. First he bought the storyboards, then he bought the icon, then he asked the auctioneer how to contact the consignor.â
âWhat does that tell us?â
âI wish I knew. Then, when he speaks to Rose, she tells him that the icon and the storyboards both came from her.â
âAnd a few days later, Charlie turns up dead, and both the icon and the storyboards go missing,â Toby summed up. He shook his head. âIt still doesnât make sense. Iâm going to search the shop one last time.â
Toby set out again, prying into drawers and nooks and crannies, and I began working on an e-mail to Dan. I tried to summarize our interview with Rose. I recounted what she had told us about her phone conversation with Charlie, her relationship with Peter Federenco, the circumstances under which he had given her the icon, including Peterâs report of a threatening cousin, and what we had discovered so far about a link between the icon and Peterâs artwork for The Birds .
An hour later I was almost finished when the bell tinkled above the door and a man entered. He was elderly, well dressed in a cashmere sport jacket and slacks, carrying a cane, yet walking briskly. He had close-cropped gray hair and a pencil-thin gray mustache. âAre you Mr. Sandler?â he asked Toby, who was going through a bookcase at the far end of the shop.
âThatâs me,â said Toby, approaching him. âIs there something I can help you with?â
âI came by this morning, but you were closed,â said the potential customer in a neutral tone, without accusation.
âIâm sorry for the inconvenience.â
âNot a problem,â returned the man, âIâm used to dealers who keep odd hours.â His eyes made a slow sweep of the gallery.
âSo youâre a collector,â Toby said. âAre you looking for anything in particular?â
âIt so happens I am. Iâm looking for something very particular.â There was a pause. Toby waited for him to continue. âBut then my tastes are broad within the general category of my interest.â
âWhich is?â queried Toby.
âRussian decorative artsâsilver, jewelry, Fabergé eggs, pre-Revolutionary objects. And religious art,â he added, narrowing his eyelids meaningfully. âI have a small but to me very precious collection of Russian icons.â
Toby tensed. âAnd youâve dropped in today because you happened to be passing by?â
âNot exactly. I saw a story on the news last night in San Francisco about the murder of your partner. It mentioned the robbery of your gallery. Iâm very sorry. You have my condolences.â
âThank you. So the story made the TV news in San Francisco,â said Toby, angling for additional information. âI didnât know that.â
âYes, and there was mention of a Russian icon that might have been the object of the robbery,â continued the stranger. âThat was the first time I was made aware that any gallery outside the city handled material of that nature, so I drove up for the day to see what else you might have along those lines. Again, Iâm very sorry for your loss.â
âI see. Then I have to disappoint you. I donât have anything else at the moment that would meet your needs.â
âNothing at all in the category of Russian icons or antiques? Imperial porcelain, perhaps?â
âIâm afraid not. We donât usually carry items of that description. The icon was a one-off find. A chance purchase, you might say.â
âOh. Well in that case, I must be disappointed. May I ask if you were the one who made that purchase?â
âNo, my partner did, and as a result, I know very little about it.â
âAh. Out of curiosity,
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