Empty the bloody thing!’ Fox shouted, inching closer.Kingston glanced briefly over his shoulder and started to remove the contents of the trunk, two and three pieces at a time. Soon, on the floor beside him was a growing pile of framed pictures. A glittering assortment of sterling, ivory, wood, gilt, bronze and silver finish frames. Nearly all of them held photos of individuals or family groups. A number of the subjects were men in military officer uniforms. Next, Kingston started to remove all manner of documents. Some looked like letters, bundled together with string or elastic bands. There were folders, cigar boxes and document cases filled with old papers. When the trunk was empty, Kingston stood and turned to Fox. ‘That’s all of it,’ he said.Fox motioned with the gun for Kingston to move aside and stepped up to the trunk and looked down. ‘It’s impossible, ’ he muttered. He swung round and stepped to within a foot of Kingston, glowering at him, fuming. ‘Where are the goddamned paintings?
