Absently he now turned over the earliest pages of the sketchbook.
When Mrs. Livesey had found him a book to draw in, she had asked him to be careful as there were already sketches in the front of the book.
David had never looked at them before.
He had vaguely believed that they had been drawn by another visitor to the Castle and so had no interest for him.
Now as he turned over the pages, he realised he was looking at sketches of paintings.
How very strange and who would bother to sketch detailed drawings of someone else’s art?
“But I recognise these!” he called out aloud. ‘These are the paintings up in the Castle attics, the ones covered in dirt and dust.’
He flicked swiftly forward through the book to find the charcoal sketch he had made a few days before.
Yes, there were the sa
