Death of an Old MasterLittle, Brown Book Group, 1 de set. 2011 - 416 pàgines In May 1901 the Salisbury Galleries announce the biggest exhibition of the Old Master Paintings ever seen in Europe. Excitement is intense. But before it opens, one of Britain's leading art experts, Christopher Montague, is found murdered in his study. When Lord Francis Powerscourt is called in to investigate he finds every book, notepad and scrap of paper has been removed from the scene of the crime. Montague had been working on something that would have rocked the art world. Did his article that claimed a number of the Old Masters had been painted recently by a single hand have anything to do with his death? Powerscourt embarks on an odyssey through a treacherous world of art dealers and picture restorers in pursuit of a master forger. He travels to Sicily where the trail goes cold, but, after the thrills and danger of that wild, lawless isalnd, in a remopte corer of England, the truth is finally revealed. |
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... David livesinLondon. Praise for The Lord Francis Powerscourt series 'A cracking yarn, beguilingly real from start to finish . . . you have to pinch yourself to remindyou that itis fiction – oris it?' Peter Snow 'A kind of locked bedroom ...
... David livesinLondon. Praise for The Lord Francis Powerscourt series 'A cracking yarn, beguilingly real from start to finish . . . you have to pinch yourself to remindyou that itis fiction – oris it?' Peter Snow 'A kind of locked bedroom ...
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... Lord Francis Powerscourt held his two children, the sixyearold Thomas and the fiveyearold Olivia, very tightly and laughed. 'You were nearly in trouble there,' he said, ruffling Olivia's hair. 'Bread and water for thirty days. Don't ...
... Lord Francis Powerscourt held his two children, the sixyearold Thomas and the fiveyearold Olivia, very tightly and laughed. 'You were nearly in trouble there,' he said, ruffling Olivia's hair. 'Bread and water for thirty days. Don't ...
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David Dickinson. dispose of any of their possessions the firm of de Courcy and Piper would, reluctantly of course, oblige. On other occasions he struck immediately. If de Courcy feltthe ... Lord Francis Powerscourt had just sat down in his.
David Dickinson. dispose of any of their possessions the firm of de Courcy and Piper would, reluctantly of course, oblige. On other occasions he struck immediately. If de Courcy feltthe ... Lord Francis Powerscourt had just sat down in his.
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David Dickinson. 2. Lord Francis Powerscourt had just sat down in his favourite armchair by the fire inthe family'sLondon home inMarkham Square. Itwasearly evening. A black catwas asleep athis feet.Something was rubbing at his back.He ...
David Dickinson. 2. Lord Francis Powerscourt had just sat down in his favourite armchair by the fire inthe family'sLondon home inMarkham Square. Itwasearly evening. A black catwas asleep athis feet.Something was rubbing at his back.He ...
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... outthe cost of repairs on the train on their way here. Once they're here, they're caught. They're in the net of William Alaric Piper. Very few of them escaped. 3 Lord Francis Powerscourt was walking along Piccadilly. The traffic.
... outthe cost of repairs on the train on their way here. Once they're here, they're caught. They're in the net of William Alaric Piper. Very few of them escaped. 3 Lord Francis Powerscourt was walking along Piccadilly. The traffic.
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