They reached the corner of Great George Street. Gabriel turned right into the Birdcage Walk.
“Who knows about us in London, Julian? Who knew you had a professional relationship with Mario?"
Isherwood watched the trees droop along the side of the road. “Actually, very few people. There"s Jeremy Crabbe at Bonhams. He"s still mad at you because you took the Rubens painting in front of his nose." Isherwoob placed a long bony hand on Gabriel"s shoulder. “Someone ordered this painting. All I need is to draw.”
“I varnished the painting yesterday before leaving Jerusalem,” Gabriel said. “I will use one of the top delivery companies to get it as quickly as possible. I"ll have the painting by the end of the week. By the way, you owe me 150,000 pounds.”
“Invoice in the mail, dear friend.”
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