“No sir, there is no chance whatsoever that there is a safe hidden behind that painting. There is no way that we are going to let you look either. Sorry, it’s against gallery rules.”
He grumbled as he wandered off – but headed out to the corridor of “weird horse paintings” without causing any more hassle. When I came around to the room again minutes later the painting of “The woman with the fat arse” was a bit squint. I looked around but no one was about. Weird.

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