‘I didn’t hear you, I was busy in the cellar.’
Brigitta eyes me suspiciously. ‘Then why have you come from my studio? What were you doing there?’
I rack my brains for an excuse. ‘I put away a piece of lapis lazuli, madam. I’ve just been to buy it.’
‘Why?’
‘I knocked over a pot of paint. I used my own money to buy a new piece.’
‘Really? That must have cost you an arm and a leg.’
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