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Miss lbbetson's parents died.

Let's go up.

How long since the owners died?

By the look of it,

you'd think it was centuries ago,

but it's only been one year.

First Mrs. Ibbetson and then,

scarcely 45 days later,

poor Mr. Ibbetson.

You have a good look.

Take your time.

Just getting these curtains open.

Too many windows in this room.

Okay.

How many brothers and sisters

does Miss lbbetson have?

None. She is an only child.

- Is she married?

- No.

- Has she ever been?

- No, no.

I don't think

she even has a boyfriend.

- Grandparents, aunts, uncles?

- No, none at all.

As far as I know,

Miss lbbetson is on her own.

So many rooms.

You know, I've never managed

to count them all.

Have there been other valuations

before me?

Absolutely none. Yours is the first.

Miss lbbetson is extremely fond

of this house.

Maybe too fond.

She'd prefer to keep everything,

but what can you do?

The empire crumbles.

A woman on her own can't cope.

Is she thinking of putting

the house up for sale as well?

That, I don't know. Maybe a part of it.

She won't get rid of the whole place.

What kind of work does she do?

I couldn't say.

I only dealt with her parents.

- May I see the cellars?

- It's this way.

It's a long way down.

Go ahead.

I honestly don't get it.

In the time I've known you,

I've never seen you beaten.

I've watched you produce

all manner of gadgets

from most unremarkable ironwork.

Optical, arithmetical devices,

water clocks...

Even that hairdryer that probably

dried the locks of Jules Verne's wife.

But you've nothing to say

about this curious contraption?

I'm surprised that

an art connoisseur like yourself

can get so carried away

by a banal piece of ironwork.

It's not the object

that arouses my curiosity,

but it's contradiction.

- Contradiction?

- Look.

I found it in this position

in contact with damp flooring,

but the rust is all along the top

of the cogs, nowhere near the damp.

What does this mean?

The object hadn't been there

for very long.

It got rusted in some other place.

Or someone turned it upside down.

That's all, nothing more than

a useless exercise in deduction.

Hi. Did you manage it?

Did you ever doubt me?

This works perfectly now.

And I transcribed

the recording from the tape.

You're a genius.

How much do I owe you?

Oh, nothing.

Maybe you'll invite me out.

Count on it.

- Can I give you a kiss?

- Yes, you can!

That I am good at.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

William-Adolphe Bouguereau.

The Birth Of Venus.

Authentic.

Umberto Veruda,

The Honest, 1890.

You've been

the talk of the town lately.

I hoped to see you

on TV.

I don't like to appear.

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