What was wrong with this country? Even the man who pretended to be the only one with some conscience was corrupted.
Haejin was so shocked that he couldnât even say anything.
However, apart from his surprise, there was also Alex, the art dealer, who couldnât accept what he said about the painting.
âThat is ridiculous. Are you saying you can discern permanent yellow from chrome yellow with your bare eyes? Do you think I am a fool? Miss, you canât be believing him, right?â Alexâs face was red as he argued.
As Albert and Rachel couldnât totally believe what Haejin had said, they were glancing at him with doubt.
Albertâs eyes were shaking between the painting and Haejinâs eyes. However, he got the confidence from Haejin who remained calm. He then pressed Alex, âWhat if this is permanent yellow? You must know there is a lawsuit going on about this painting, right? You wonât be able to get away with this. I am going to use everything I have to regain my honor.â
âThat makes no sense. Do you really think human eyes can tell permanent yellow from chrome yellow?â
Then, Rachel interrupted him, âMr. Park once sensed a slight difference in the varnish content in the paint with his eyes. I had my reasons to hire him. I trust his eyes more than a microscope. His eyes have never been wrong, whether you can accept it or not. But⦠Mr. Park, what is the difference between permanent yellow and chrome yellow?â
Haejin explained, âChrome yellow was used by artists a long time ago, but it was very bad for the body. Then synthetic paint, that wasnât toxic, was invented. That is permanent yellow. In short, permanent yellow didnât exist in Rubensâ time. So, this painting is fake.â
Although Haejin had proved it as fake, he was admiring the forgerâs skills.
He was a genius as great as Tom Keating and Eric Hepburn.
He especially understood Rubensâ unique philosophy and coloring. Haejin had to acknowledge that.
âHe sensed the difference of varnish content with his eyes? You really believe that? Hahaha! This would be quite the news. You canât be believing him, right?â Alex scolded, but Rachel didnât even raise her eyebrows. She then said, âIs it funny to you? Well, itâs not like you can cry. I can see your concerns, but I asked the British Appraisal Committee to analyze that painting with scientific methods, and the results came out two days ago. The varnish content was really different.â
ââ¦â This time, Alex couldnât laugh, he just looked at Haejin with shock. Haejin looked back at him and coldly said, âYou didnât know that, right? Well, it is not your fault. The forger got full of himself after so many successes. Of course, ultimately, it is the fault of your organization. They couldnât get him chrome yellow.â
âWhat, what are you talking about? Organization?â Alex asked.
âStop pretending⦠you said you bought this from the Ivanov family? And with the signature? Have your workers take a photo of it and show it to me now. Let me see if it is really Rubensâ.â
ââ¦â Alex couldnât say anything. He must have been confident when he told that lie for the first time.
He thought the forger could put in Rubensâ signature in an old frame with just some time.
However, a strange appraiser, who could sense the components of paints with his bare eyes, was demanding photos. So, how could he provide them?
Appraisers often appraise with high-definition photos. Even if it is less accurate, an appraiser like Haejin could easily prove a hastily forged signature as a fake.
âYou canât, right?â
âIt is in my storage, so no one can take its photo except for me. Who can I trust with such a valuable object? I have to take care of everything myself.â
It was too late. Making that kind of excuse now made him look even more suspicious.
Albert was getting gladder and gladder. It showed how much things were getting bad for Alex.
âHuh! That is nonsense. You sell such expensive artifacts but take care of everything on your own? Do you appraise on your own? What about the money? You buy and sell all those paintings? Without any investors?â Albert asked.
âI use appraisal agencies⦠and I sometimes get the help of investorsâ¦â
âRubbish! Do you think you are the first art dealer Iâve ever met? Well, listen! This lawsuit will proceed! I swear upon my honor, I will put you behind bars!â Albert was yelling now.
Alex staggered and then left in a hurry with his painting.
The way he packed his painting also showed that he was a fraud.
He thought his scheme had been revealed, so he didnât hesitate to touch and move the painting with his bare hands.
Alex would have never done that if it had been real. In the end, he himself showed that everything he said was a lie.
After he fled, Albert breathed heavily and smiled in joy while saying, âThank you so much. It was so shocking when I was the one being accused, but it felt so good to see him go through that. But how did you know? You really realized it was permanent yellow just by looking at it with your bare eyes?â
Of course not.
Haejin explained, âActually, I didnât. However, I thought something was wrong when I heard him say the signature was at the back of the wooden panel. Rubens had never left his signature at the back of the frame. So, I thought he would come back later with even more preparations if I let him go today.â
âYou thought he would bring the fake signature.â
âYes. Then it would get even more complicated, so I came here. I know you didnât want that, but I had no choice,â Haejin said. However, Rachel shook her hands at this, âItâs okay. You came to do your job, and it was selfish of me to make you appraise behind the mirror because I feared what others would say about it. I am ashamed of it. You helped me and Edmond, and I⦠I am sorry.â
âIf you are sorry, pay me well,â Haejin replied.
âHahaha! Donât worry. You just helped us greatly by revealing that manâs scheme. Honestly, I was tempted, even if I didnât call him to buy that painting. If you hadnât come in, I would have argued with him for some time to lower the price,â Rachel then said.
âHe is a great talker. Most people would believe him.â
Actually, the forger was even more dangerous than Alexâs talking.
âSo, you just said that as a bait? Then, it might not be permanent yellow.â
âI did say that as a bait, but the paint is probably permanent yellow.â
That made no sense. So, Albert ruffled his hair and asked, âOh⦠what, now? What do you mean?â
âAs I just said, seeing with my bare eyes wasnât enough to be sure of it. However, the craquelure was too messy to be chrome yellow. That paint tends to crack neatly in two directions.â
âHuh⦠you even saw that. Myâ¦â Albert sank to his chair in shock.
If Haejin had found that out with his incredible eyesight, he would have thought Haejin was a different species, but he could have seen that craquelure.
He wouldnât have missed it if he had been just a little more careful and a little calmer. That thought made his despair.
âI donât think that Alex fully believed in the forger, although he didnât imagine that the painting had a flaw. However, as I asked in detail and accused him, he got suspicious as well. Then, he lost his calm and revealed himself,â Haejin explained. Albertâs hair was in a mess now. He stroked it and blamed himself, âHu⦠I see. If I had examined it well in the first place, it wouldnât have gotten this far. Sh*tâ¦â
âI just got lucky.â If he hadnât had magic, Haejin would never have been able to figure that out so quickly.
Even though he knew how the craquelure of chrome yellow would look like, sensing that small difference at first glance is almost impossible.
He could say that only because he had known it was permanent yellow. If it hadnât been for that, he wouldnât have been explaining in such comfort.
Rachel stood up and said, âThank you. Mr. Harrington will pay your fee⦠but I want to give you a gift myself.â
âA gift? But my fee would be enough.â
âNo, I have made a mistake, and I want to befriend you. Consider it as my apology. If you donât accept it, I wonât be able to look at you. You will accept it, right?â
She was smiling so Haejin couldnât say no.
âWell, if you insistâ¦â
Then, Eunhae opened the door and came in while saying, âThat was brilliant! You are amazing!â
She gave the thumbs-up and smiled brightly. It made Haejin relax while he also smiled.
âYou saw it?â
âOf course. Mentioning permanent yellow was so brilliant.â
âMs. Butler is giving me a present,â Haejin then mentioned.
âWow, really?â
âYes. Letâs go get it.â Rachel smiled and went out. The rest followed her. Albert was still wobbling a little, but at least he looked relieved now.
âHere,â Rachel took them to a small room on the second floor where paintings filled all four walls.
Each of them was magnificent, and Haejin gulped hard.
Rachel stopped in front of them and smiled at Haejin while saying, âThe elders of my family has collected each of them. They are all precious to me, but I was taught that I can never maintain this family if I hesitate to invest in people.â
âYour elders are cool.â Haejin wasnât just saying that to get a better painting. Really.
âHaha! Really?â Rachel took off a painting and gave it to Haejin. âMy Grandfather cherished this painting. He liked Shakespeareâs Hamlet, and used to stare at Ophelia from time to time.â
âOpheliaâ¦â
The gift was even greater than Haejin had imagined. Sir John Everett Millaisâ Opheliaâ¦
âMy grandfather used to say my grandmother and the Ophelia in this painting were much alike.â
âShouldnât you keep this then?â
âNo. Iâve seen my grandmotherâs photo of her younger days. They were completely different. He was talking about the woman he was having an affair with. Anyway⦠will you take it?â
âOf course. I would do anything to get this painting.â