Campion discovers that the murders and art thefts are designed to hide the fact that Tom Dacre's paintings have been substituted for John Lafcadio's.Campion discovers that the murders and art thefts are designed to hide the fact that Tom Dacre's paintings have been substituted for John Lafcadio's.Campion discovers that the murders and art thefts are designed to hide the fact that Tom Dacre's paintings have been substituted for John Lafcadio's.
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However all roads lead to Max Fustian. He has made a lot of money from John Lafcadio's paintings who Max now wrongly claims only become famous because he championed him.
Campion finds out that Tom Dacre and Claire Potter's death might be linked with the production of art forgeries. However Campion places himself in immense danger and even Lugg might not be around to save him.
Lugg was underused in this story. He did make a reference that making tea was all he did these days. You would think he was the voice of a famous brand of tea bags.
This was a nicely done story but the latter part of of the episode just involved Campion getting drunk.
This was the end of the first series of Campion. A sumptuous looking series but it lacked excitement.
Good 2nd part with a good pace and enough events occurring, however the ending where Campion gets inebriated is a little bit too stretched, though the train sequence is tense. Excellent acting by Davison, and the actor who plays Max Fustian is creepy. Also, a proper denouement with some flashback was needed. Nevertheless, it's all good.
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- TriviaAlthough reference is made to the 1929 Stock Market Crash as having occurred six years earlier, this novel was published in 1934.
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Belle Lafcadio: Do you know, I've always had the strangest feeling that Johnny couldn't have painted that picture. And last night I suddenly realized what had been bothering me.
Albert Campion: What was it?
Belle Lafcadio: I remember him talking to me about Saint Joan, oh, thirty-odd years ago. 'Look, Belle,' he said. 'She spent most of her life hoeing and carrying pig swill. Then a couple of years sleeping rough in army camps, then rotting in jail. And she had the kind of mind that thought nobody knew what God wanted, only she. I'll lay 20 to 1,' he said, 'that woman must have had a face like Oliver Cromwell's!'
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