John Andrew Nevin loved his work. Like many another dedicated careerman, he wanted to take some of it home with him. The only trouble was that John was a caretaker in London's rambling Victoria and Albert Museum, and the treasures he watched were not his. Finely fashioned furniture from another century, antique jewelry as delicate as a butterfly's wing, miniatures from Persia, figurines of ivory and jade from lands whose very names were magicJohn loved them all and hated to leave them at the end of a working day. Little by little, beginning back in 1930, he developed the habit of...
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