Frustrated, she whispered the words aloud in English: "The answer is in the question."
She looked at the photo again. The question wasn't "Who stole the painting?" The real question was written right there on the wall: "What is the name of the painting?"
Elara ran back to the gallery. She examined the empty wall where the painting had hung. In the afternoon light, she noticed a faint, almost invisible shadow cast by a loose floorboard. She pried it open. Inside was the painting, rolled up like a scroll.
