Eliot, who was sipping from his cup, almost spluttered tea over the tabletop's polished surface, a look of horror on his face.

George grinned, then winked. "Gotcha."

"George!" Laura reprimanded him.

"I'm only joking, Eliot. I knew the value of them, and I'd never have defaced such images."

His hand shaking, Eliot put his cup down. He chuckled. "You got me, all right, George. I nearly fell out of my chair."

"Eliot and I thought we'd drive over there tomorrow and take a look at them," Harlan said.

"I'll go with you, if you want," George offered. "I can show you the way."

"Thanks, but that's not necessary, Dad," Harlan...