When he left, he decided to check out some of the art shops to see if he could find a few affordable paintings. He was doomed to failure in the first two as what the artists had on display were both expensive and, as far as he was concerned, butt-ugly. When he walked into the third shop, Noble Art, he paused to look at what was hanging on the walls. Many of the paintings were landscapes, which he thought were probably of areas around the town. There were also some line drawings of buildings that he recognized as ones along Market Street, done in black and white ink on sepia paper so that they seemed to have been created right after the buildings been erected.
“May I help you?” a young man asked as he approached Wylie.
“Perhaps. Is it all right if I look around, first?”
“Of course.” The
