Douglas focused on the drawing and cursed that they couldn't find someone that could actually draw.  He reread the story, and then back at the image.  It could be the Philippa that he had met.  The story would fit with what he knew about the young woman.  He frowned all the more deeply.  In danger for her life? 

Standing up he decided to go find either Tristan or Pippa to see if it was indeed the woman in the story.  Though first he needed to finish up his errands.  He went to send some telographs to his supplier up in London.  He was in need of supplies for making his paint, especially the red and black.  He also sent a message to his city manager in response about a few more paintings and a new request about him appearing at a gallery showing of his work in New York.  One last few messages were sent to his accountor and the manager back at the castle in Scotland.  He needed to approve some more supstancial costs there and reply some substances that he used in making his paint that he could only get there.  He found the colors it made was unique and perfect for his style.

Once this was done, he went to where he put in a order at the store for some canvas material so he could make up some more canvases.  While there, he wandered around the shelves to see if there was anything else he needed or that Mr. Roberts or Mr. Fraiser might need.