The Golden Farce
Arthur Pemberton stood in the rain outside Blackwell's Auction House on Piccadilly, watching the morning crowd thin as one man and one man alone entered the grand doors: Reginald Ashworth III, with his pocket watch and his velvet waistcoat, his top hat tilted just so as though he were about to visit the clubs of Mayfair rather than dispose of a collection that had taken his father, his...
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