I studied the little foyer as I waited for Mr. Klieber.
Real marble floors. Nice touch.
A Hudson River School painting on the wall. It was in the books, but not one of the top artists of that school. Beautiful none the less.
A late 19th century French bronze based on a Roman marble that was a copy of on an earlier Greek bronze.
Mr. Klieber certainly knew what he was doing
And I knew that what lay behind the mahogany door was far more interesting than the art in the foyer, which was mostly high-priced decorative items to impress those who had more of a sense of price than of value. High culture for people who were uncultured.
The door opened and a middle-aged man entered. He frowned at me.
“Higsworth told me a known colleague was here. I don’t know you. You can see yourself out.”
He spun on his heel and was about to go back into the main house. Continue reading