Chapter 32Savoy Hotel, LondonSchendler had settled into a suite at the hotel and
immediately summoned Joseph Lawrence, his local ‘agent’.
“Have you picked up their trail?” he asked.
Lawrence nodded. He was a taciturn character, given more
to monosyllabic responses and shakes of the head. He had worked for
Schendler for five years.
“Good. Has Clements taken the items somewhere for
examination?”
“Yes, Bristol University.”
“Have they discovered the nature of the finds? I need
to know what Mamluk items there are so I can tell my buyer.”
“Not yet, according to my source.”
“Scheisse! I must know something soon.
It’s imperative.”
Schendler’s Texan buyer was also contemplating the
purchase of some early Islamic art from another source. Time was running
out.
“I could break in to th
