A TWIST OF FATE
Chapter Thirteen
Lovejoy walked over towards the park was. He
felt hot and uncomfortable walking in his suit in the hot sunshine. He
approached the park where the artists were gathered and looked disdainfully at
them. He considered them to be no more than vagabonds, certainly beneath him.
He wandered round, looking for the blonde man that Colonel Brandon had
mentioned. He spotted a man with blonde hair and went over. As he approached he
realized it was the same man that had brought the parcel to the kitchen door.
The blonde man had just sold a couple of drawings and was engrossed in
conversation with the purchaser. Lovejoy walked around and looked at the
drawings. He knew nothing about art, but they seemed good. The blonde man
finished with his sale and came over.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"No I’m just looking thank you. What’s you name may I ask?"
"Jack Dawson." Jack stuck his hand out but Lovejoy didn’t take it.
Jack looked at him. He seemed rather straight and stiff and out of place here.
"Are you new here, Jack"
"Yes sir I am fairly new" Jack watched him look at his drawings. He
was merely glancing over them, not looking at them as interested person would.
He felt slightly uneasy.
"So, are you an artist or a collector?" Jack decided to try a
conversation to see if he could work the man work.
"Neither really." The man seemed disinterested. Jack was puzzled.
"A friend recommended that I come down here and have a look."
"May I ask who that was?"
"Mrs. Hockley. I believe you two have met."
"Yes sir, we have. She has purchased some of my work." Jack was now
feeling very uneasy and put his guard up.
"Hmm, very well." Lovejoy said this more to himself than Jack.
"Well I’ll be off then." Lovejoy looked thoughtfully at Jack and
turned and left.
Jack couldn’t work it out. Who was this guy? And what did he want?
Jack watched him walk away. He’d mentioned Rose. Jack hoped she wasn’t in any
trouble.