He handed Thorne a small leather case. Inside: a pair of silver scissors, tarnished with age.
And somewhere, in the weave, Steve Parker is still checking. Steve parker allen silver checked
But the stitching on the left lapel was wrong. The buttonholes were machine-finished, not hand-sewn. Thorne had been told it was authentic. His gut said otherwise. His gut had lost him three million pounds the previous year, but it had never lied about cloth. He handed Thorne a small leather case
Thorne exhaled. “So it’s real.”
“You’re not the victim, Mr. Thorne. You’re the last stop. I’ve tracked fifteen garments made from that bolt. Thirteen were destroyed. One is in a museum in Vienna, marked as a forgery. This is the fifteenth.” But the stitching on the left lapel was wrong
“Show me the jacket,” he said.
They are not looking for value.