How right his initial instincts about the Pengelly family had been. Eccentric was not a strong enough word to describe them. The old lady must have been having him on in some way, although he couldn’t quite see how, not after his first visit. Then, out of the blue, he had been physically threatened by the son. The only thing to do now was forget all about it and pack up and go home. Too late tonight. He’d been drinking and Louise was not expecting him because he had telephoned to say he was staying on. Besides, he’d already paid for a second night and he couldn’t expect the landlord to give him his money back. Tomorrow he intended visiting a village near Plymouth for a house clearance sale. From the catalogue he did not think it would be very profitable but there were a few nice pieces he wouldn’t mind if he could beat the other dealers to them. What annoyed him most was that if he had been able to get his hands on Mrs Pengelly’s other paintings and that rather nice commode it would have added to his reputation as far as his customers were concerned.
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