The ManTony left after breakfast to attend to the Business. When Pearson was out of sight, I went into Tony’s library, closing the door behind me. While larger and finer than Mr. Kerr’s library, it continued the gray, pastel blue, and white theme which covered most of our home. So I preferred the library at the Kerr’s.
But I didn’t come here to admire the decor.
“Holy Writ,” I murmured, “Casino Management … Fall of the Western Empire … Business Communication … ah! Here it is!”
A street atlas of the city of Bridges, a slim volume, but important in my case. I opened the book onto Tony’s desk, being careful not to disturb anything. After studying several maps of the Diamond quadrant, I decided to visit Mrs. Bryce.
Mrs. Bryce appeared in better spirits, and although thinner and paler than
