Grace was right. The statue was gorgeous, no doubt about it, and it was worth a fortune in gold. As pricey as it had been back in the 17th century, it would be worth millions today, maybe in the tens of millions. That was a treasure, indeed. But, none of the Willick cousins believed Francis Wainwright ever meant this stunning memorial to his wife, and exquisite piece of art in its own right, to ever be sold. So, was the legend of the treasure based purely on the sentimental value of the statue, and not its monetary one?
The five of them stood in the semi-darkness of the back of the Wainwright family tomb, deep into the Ipswich hillside, the statue lit up only by their flashlights, its golden form gleaming against the light it probably hadn’t seen in more than two centuries. Was there something else, something they were missing? Read More
The five of them stood in the semi-darkness of the back of the Wainwright family tomb, deep into the Ipswich hillside, the statue lit up only by their flashlights, its golden form gleaming against the light it probably hadn’t seen in more than two centuries. Was there something else, something they were missing? Read More