Patricia White

That is a very rare find with an exceptional pedigree.

In the 1870s, a ship pulled into port during a stormy night.

A mysterious sultan disembarked, wearing lavish refinements accompanied by his retinue of royal guard and a harem of exotic concubines.

The Sultan had purchased an opulent mansion here in the quarter and nightly hosted wild, decadent parties.

It is said strange music, incense and opium permeated the night air around the mansion.

Then, one morning after a fierce storm, a passing neighbor spotted blood flowing on the stoop from underneath the doors.

When the police entered, they found every man, woman, and child of the house had been butchered.

Well, what about the Sultan?

Nowhere to be found.

That is, until they looked in the garden.

There, his hand stuck out of the ground, frozen in a veiled attempt to claw his way towards life.

He had been buried alive.

Apparently, he was the Sultan's brother who had absconded with a good portion of the Sultan's treasure and harem.

Until Bedouin assassins came calling.

So don't try to hold me up on the price, dearie.

Unfortunately, this is part of my personal collection, and is not for sale.

It's not a matter of price.

And it certainly isn't a Sultan's.

I'll show myself out, Trish.

Good day.