"My father's well off. Cargo transport." He pauses by a door and then goes back, heading in. "I think that might be a Whistler." He wandered over to a small painting on the wall, leaning in to look at it. "I mean, I'm not an evaluator or the like, but I did art school. And this reminds me of Whistler. You should consider bringing someone in to value this stuff. Some of it might be worth auction. Or donation, depending on how you feel."