The Christie's Showroom (Day 1)

"Get me that writing desk", the client said. It seemed like a simple job. Now ghosts are crawling out of your drink, murderers are after your stock, mad Scottish Spaniards (or is that Spanish Scotsmen?) are selling people's legs by the pound, and the Mob reckons you owe them a prize racehorse. If you survive, make sure your commission's intact, 'cos the only thing falling faster than your sanity is your financial prospects...

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Little further of note happens at Christie's; the man in red inspects the Alhambra manuscript for over an hour, then leaves on foot in the direction of the West End, trailed unobtrusively by Laura. Harwood, not wishing to advertise his connection to Mr Grant, makes his own way back to the Bookshop.
As does Mr Grant?
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Grant takes his leave of Christie’s. “Thank you very much, Miss. I best be going, much to do before tomorrow.”

He reclaims his possessions from the cloakroom, of course, and returns to the bookshop with a spring in his step and a music hall classic on his lips.
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