Andrew Malone didn"t return to London until Thursday evening, looking dazed, which, according to Eli Lavon, resembled an elegant soulless corpse in the elegant clothes of the famous Savile Row tailor. Around 3:30 p.m. the next day, the corpse slipped through the door of the Green restaurant on Duke Street, and settled down at the corner of the table where Isherwood was waiting. Receiving a glass of white wine from Isherwood"s hand, Malone spoke:
“Hey, let"s get straight to the point! Do you have something delicious for me? Who brought that item? Let"s raise a glass!"
An hour and a half later, when Isherwood arrived, Chiara was waiting at the top of the stairs. The picture dealer strutted up the freshly carpeted stairs, holding two bottles of excellent white wine bought with Gabriel"s mon
