A church art exhibition turns deadly . . . aArt, my dear boy, a said Mr Askern, aespecially sacred art, needs tradition. Tradition is the bedrock of our art . . .a He broke off, staring at the woman in front of him. Her face seemed to lose all definition and her skin turned an unnatural shade of putty-coloured grey. aArt, a she said, her voice scarcely more than a whisper. aArt! Oh my God, art!a She swayed dangerously. Jack leapt forward, catching her as she fell. Jack Haldean expected Lythewell and Askernsa exhibition of church art in Lyon House, London, to be a sedate affair. After all, Lythewell and Askern, Church Artists, were a respectable, old-fashioned firm, the last people to be associated with mystery, violence and sudden death. Or so it seemed a until after the exhibition . . .... sortof metalpaint first, but yes, youa#39;re right. Anyway, back to poor old Dr Anstruther and his amazing discovery. aDr Anstruther showed hisastonished audience a golden ... He broke off. a#39;Blimey, did I really write this? I cana#39;t even pronounce it.
|Title||:||After the Exhibition|
|Publisher||:||Severn House Publishers Ltd - 2014-07-01|