Twenty minutes later, Tony was proudly showing Mr. Price around the inside of the castle. When they went upstairs, he stopped in front of Valentina’s bedroom.
“Is that... no! It can’t be! An original Monet?”
“Si, it is original. But Signora Valentina, she don’t like...”
It was too late. The guest had already entered the bedroom. He hobbled over to the Monet painting. Leaning on his cane, he started inspecting it closely.
“Incredible.” He glanced at Tony. “Did you know, Claude Monet is one of my favorite artists?”
“Si,” Tony said uneasily, glancing back at the door. He didn’t want to be rude, but the bedroom was off limits to everyone - he wasn’t even allowed in here himself. Signora Valentina would blow his top if she knew.
“Oh, no!” Mr. Price said. “It looks like something splashed
