Yes, you are welcome to listen.

Richard quickly glances over at you before giving Nancy his full attention again. “Ah, yes. I believe that would be quite alright. Do come in and I’ll show you to the den.”

“You have such a beautiful home, Richard.” Nancy expresses as she walks next to him down the hallway. “Is this a Van Gogh painting? Is it an original?” Nancy inquires as she stops in front of one. “Ah, I see you know your artists my dear. A refined woman is so hard to find these days. Yes, this is an original, entitled ‘Rise of Thy Potato’.” Richard says placing his hand on Nancy’s back. “Shall we move on?” Nancy smiles and nods her head.

As she neared a staircase, Nancy again stopped. “This… this is a Qing Dynasty vase, isn’t it… but wait, isn’t this one of the vases destroyed at Fitzwilliam Museum? It must be a replica, right?” You notice Richard’s hand move down to the small of her back. “I am truly impressed Miss Drew. I can see that your talents aren’t limited to only detective work. Believe it or not, this is one of the three original vases supposedly destroyed. The truth is I have been very dear friends with Mrs. Margaret Greeves, the museums assistant director, for a long time now. Mrs. Greeves and Mr. Robinson, the museums director, decided it would be in their best interest to ‘stretch the truth’ and give the insurance company a false claim. Mrs. Greeves needed somewhere to store the vase until things ‘cooled over’ as they say, asking me if I would hold onto it. How could I decline? Hopefully you don’t think less of me because of it, Nancy.”

Nancy looks up into Mr. Kamp’s eyes, placing her delicate hand upon his upper arm. “Oh heavens no Richard, it’s an admirable quality to help out one's friends no matter what the consequences.”

“Please, let us continue.” Again, Nancy just smiles and nods her head. It doesn’t take long for her to stop again. “That chandelier is absolutely bravura! Swarovski, am I correct?” “My dear child, it tickles me wickedly of the extent of your knowledge. Yes dear, you are correct.” Richard declares. Yet again you notice his hand move down until it rest upon Nancy’s pert little ass. “I could just eat you up, you darling girl.” Richard adds, as you watch him pinch her right ass check. Nancy jumps upright letting out a small gasp.

“Let us continue.” Richard says pushing Nancy along by her bottom. Nancy again nods smiling up at Richard as if nothing just happened. Nancy continues to converse with Mr. Kamp until you finally reach the den. Richard leads Nancy to a sofa taking a seat of his own in a rocker that resided close by.

“Go ahead and take a seat in that chair paperboy.” Richard says lazily pointing to a chair behind you. “Names John.” You reproach. “Ah… yes, whatever.” Mr. Richard exhales. You glare at him with pure hate in your eyes.

“If-” you begin to say but are interrupted.

“Will Mrs. Kamp being joining us, Mr. Kamp?” Nancy asks before she glances over at you. Her eyes seem to beg you to abstain from making a scene.

“Ah, about that…” Mr. Kamp starts.