Jenny had found a nice warm room in the Cliff-House-Hotel and after a good Irish dinner (roasted turkey) decided to look at the paintings. She was surprised how many people of very different age and looking had come to the auction: Some quite red-haired youngsters with green eyes, some real old gentlemen (probably O'Donnell's age).

Jenny was confused about the style of the realistic, but very different in quality: Landscapes of course (one "Dufy" nearly, one "Pechstein"), portraits and, once again, Liffey Castle! No, those paintings were not worth the estimated value of 2.5 Million Irish pounds. Fakes perhaps, as Joshua Nash and told her in Dublin.

"Oops" - someone touched her back; a man with a glass of wiskey (apparently without soda!) stood behind her. It was Vincent B. "Have you heard about the widow's letter? The auction will only be next Friday. We came here for nothing today - just because of that most dubious widow of I'Donnell. Cheerio Madame!"

A door was opened loudly, and Mr Sallowski came in, very red in his face: if there was no auction this evening, he had to stay until Friday - and he had completely run out of money. Sallowski did one more step and fell down in front of Jenny Herz. Heart attack!