"Shhhhhhhhhh!"
Isobel d'Larte stared at the witness in fear.
"Your name, please," the Prosecutor demanded of the witness.
"Andy Kirk."
"You are Mr. d'Larte's nephew?"
"Yep."
"What do you do for a living, Mr. Kirk?"
"Anything, but basically I'm an artist."
"Is that what you are doing at the present time, Mr. Kirk?"
"No. Everybody's an artist today. No room for a good one, a real one."