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A church art exhibition turns deadly . . . �Art, my dear boy,� said Mr Askern, �especially sacred art, needs tradition. Tradition is the bedrock of our art . . .� He broke off, staring at the woman in front of him. Her face seemed to lose all definition and her skin turned an unnatural shade of putty-coloured grey. �Art,� she said, her voice scarcely more than a whisper. �Art! Oh my God, art!� She swayed dangerously. Jack leapt forward, catching her as she fell. Jack Haldean expected Lythewell and Askerns� exhibition of church art in Lyon House, London, to be a sedate affair. After all, Lythewell and Askern, Church Artists, were a respectable, old-fashioned firm, the last people to be associated with mystery, violence and sudden death. Or so it seemed � until after the exhibition . . .