Painted Ladies (2010) by Robert B - Spenser 38 Parker

Author:Robert B - Spenser 38 Parker [Parker, Robert B - Spenser 38]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-03-15T17:30:16.796000+00:00

Chapter 36

A woman came into Trachtman's office with some coffee and cookies on a small tray.

Trachtman introduced her.

"My assistant, Ibby Moser," he said. "Say hello to Mr. Spenser, Ibby."

She said hello and put the tray down.

"Ibby's cookies are amazing," Trachtman said. "Try one." I took one and ate half of it. It was peanut butter.

"Amazing," I said.

We all smiled, and Ibby left.

"A mid-afternoon ritual," Trachtman said. "Every day. I never know what kind of cookies it will be."

"Nice ritual," I said. "Ashton Prince?"

"Ashton is odd," Trachtman said. "On the one hand, he is a first-rate scholar of low-country realism. An expert."

"As expert as you?" I said.

"His expertise may not be as broad," Trachtman said. "I am a bit of a generalist. But in his areas of specialization, it is deeper. He is . . . or was, I suppose I should say . . . the greatest authority I know of, far greater than I, on Franz Hermenszoon."

"Doesn't matter what tense you use," I said. "We both know he's dead."

Trachtman smiled.

"I like to be precise," he said. "There was also an odd sort of collateral specialty. . . . He was unsurpassed in the identification of forgeries in the art of the period."

"Which is to say Dutch art in the time of Rembrandt," I said.

"More or less," Trachtman said.

"You said that on the one hand he was what you've just described," I said. "How about the other hand?"

Trachtman smiled and shook his head.

"This will be, I suppose, a bit subjective," he said.

"Many things are," I said.

He nodded.

"There was something deeply fraudulent about Ashton," he said. "I didn't know him well, but we had met at conferences and such, and I knew his work. But there was something . . . artificial about him. As if he were, oh, I don't know, performing. Like someone in a drama whose acting shows through."

"I think actors call that 'indicating.'"

"Really," Trachtman said. "Are you a theater buff?"

"No, but I have a friend who is a performer."

"You appear to be one on whom nothing is lost," Trachtman said.

"Though often wasted," I said. "Do you know anything about his personal life?"

"Nothing," he said. "Nothing. That's part of it. Look at you. I've never met you before. We've talked for perhaps half an hour. And I know that you are unmarried and live alone, but you are in a committed relationship with a woman of whom you are quite fond, and you have a dog."

"We share a dog," I said.

"I knew nothing of Ashton," Trachtman said. "He dressed like some sort of caricature of an art professor. He had a fluty accent, as if he had gone to an upper-class English boarding school."

"I know," I said. "I spent time with him. Do you know if Ashton Prince is his real name?"

"As far as I know," Trachtman said. "But if it weren't, I wouldn't be startled. He seems just like the kind of man that would change his name . . . and Ashton Prince is the kind of name he'd change it to.

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