In the top left-hand corner of the tapestry was worked the Scots Queen’s Royal Lion and in the right could be discerned the “fleur-de-lis.” The corners at the bottom showed the Leopards and Lilies of England.
“Of more ornament than use, I’m afraid, Mr. Daventry,” said Forshaw with a smile.
“I agree.” He bent down to examine it more closely.
“I expect some pretty brisk bidding for that on Friday! Just the kind of thing to appeal to a collector of antiques.”
“I suppose so,” replied Peter. He handed it back to its temporary guardian.
“Thank you—Mr. Forshaw. I’m very much obliged to you, I’m sure, for showing me round as you have. I’ll be getting along now.”
Then he was suddenly impelled to ask a question. “I suppose a good many people have had a good look at these three articles already?”
“On the contrary—you’re the first, Mr. Daventry. That is, of course, up to the moment. They haven’t been on show very long.”
Peter shook hands and laughed. “My remarks seem to miss fire every time.”
“Good afternoon, sir.”