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Toronto 1961
Over burnt toast and black coffee, I examined the list Callaway shared with me and Birdie. The names looked familiar but didn’t resonate. Most of them in the diamond business but some others too, carpets, draperies, flooring, even a scrap metal dealer. I guess they all bought diamonds for one reason or another. We’d find out. I checked my watch. Time to go.
I found a convenient lamppost and leaned into it, then unsnapped the copy of the Toronto Telly under my armpit. Turning to the sports pages, I read that the Argos were thinking about trading their star half-back, d**k Shatto. There goes the season, I thought, before it’s even started. A toot of the horn brought me out of the gloom of pessimism. Birdie pulled up in the Chevy. He looked fresh, bright-eyed and ready for
