“And up to…?”
Xander smiled at his friend. “Let’s save that for later. We’ve got a whole house to explore, right?”
“Did you notice that the furniture in our room—ahem, the owners’ bedroom—is all twenty years earlier than the house?”
Xander looked around carefully for the first time. The bed, twin side cabinets, matching his-and-hers dressers, a writing table, settee and chairs. All were of a honey-colored wood, rectilinear in outline and decorated with little bits of marquetry in stylized floral patterns.
“The room itself is sort of vaguely French, typical 1890s,” commented Alex, “but the furniture is strictly Anglo-Japanese, mid-1870s.”
“So, this all came from the New York house they had before they moved to the apartment?” posited Xander.
“Hmmm. And all that stuff in Homer’s apartm
