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So Mr Glease, what have you been up to recently?
Well my friend, as you can see one hasn’t progressed much since I lost the Glease Galleries in Paris and Lyon- bankrupt, I’m afraid. All I have left now is this miserable little gallery in the middle of Soho.

Why were you bankrupt out in France?
As soon as Oubier was found dead in London, my stock prices fell- Oubier was my biggest customer. Half of my South American imports and half of my exports were done through Oubier, so as you can imagine, it didn’t help. Then the South American market in Europe began to fade, and before one knew it, one had the administrators in.

Oh dear…
Very much oh dear. Now I basically trade here in London, and only a small stock is South American- the rest of my pots and things were sold away at cut price by the administrators. Which reminds me, are you interested in any of my pots? Fantastic value!

No thanks, we’ll pass. What do you think happened to Oubier?
Well he was murdered wasn’t he, that much was obvious. Body washed up on the shores of the Thames, to bullets imbedded into his chest- apparently his body wasn’t a pretty sight- he’d been missing for months, for how long of that time he’d been dead none know. Poor bugger.

What other stock of artefacts do you have these days then? Medieval?
No, one these days trade in American Indian Wig-Wams. Not expensive, easy to hoax, only last month I ordered 100 Wig-Wams and when they arrived each of them had “we conned you, you bastard” spray-painted across the plastic sheeting they had used instead of the more traditional leather. The police are still investigating. Would you perhaps be interested in a Wig-Wam sir?

Nope, thanks! Heard from the critic Laine recently?
Don’t mention that foul beasts name in my presence sir. He was a big benefactor in having my wine business shut down. The sod. And he never paid out for the display casings and pots he destroyed that time, do you remember? In fact, I heard recently he had suffered a heart attack. Made my year, which did. He got what he deserved. What comes around goes around- as we say here.

Bundle of laughs as ever you are Mr Glease! Thank you for your time!
Leaving so soon? But… Won’t you at least stay for the auction this afternoon? You might see something that tickles your fancy… Sir? SIR? He’s gone. The sod.

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