After the turbulent ebd of the auction a careful 'spectator' could have noticed t least two people, who seemed to be quiet relaxed: a tall man with flaming red hair, tied up in a ponytail, sitting at the back of the room. And a woman, dressed in black, wearing a multi-coloured scarf and an elegant black Gucci-bag, some rows in front of him, next to Katharina. Heiner Maier threw his yellow scarf over his shoulder (he: the winner!) and put his left hand on his suitcase that stod beside him. All the paintings were fakes, this fact would rise the value of his real O'Donnell enormously.

And his O'Donnell was an original O'Donnell without any doubt, as it had been given to his grandfather from the painter himslef as a paymoent for hs gambling depts. And the Christies expert had mentioned the 'documenta'-visits of O'Donnell.

Heiner Maier left the room. He wanted to talk to talk to the expert later, as he had enough money for a pleasant life, even if he would marry one day.

Jenny Herz felt satisfied and relaxed afer the turbulent scene with the American widow. What a queer spectacle, her job as an art expert had told her the truth, no real O'Donnell's on Achill Island (actually, she didn't know the painting in Heiner Maier's suitcase.

Jenny slipped out of the auction hall took her mobile out of her Gucci and dialled a number in New York. She looked at her lovely ring, the 'claddagh' Joshua had given to her in Dublin. After some long seconds the phone was picked up.

The final curtain.
Or is it?