“Of her, I could believe anything.” Traeger grimaced. “Anyhow, you’re in business.”
Timuroff thanked him, promised that he’d be back at eight, and drove downtown again to look in at the shop, check his mail, and brave Olivia’s silent disapproval. Even after he had attended to the correspondence and glanced through the one sale catalogue that had come in, from Paris, there was still time to kill. Liselotte and Penny Anne had taken off for the maestro’s. Hector Grimwood was having dinner at the Engineers Club with an old friend who was going to pick him up and bring him back again. And Olivia rather conspicuously said nothing about his dining with the Cominazzos. Finally, to quell his sudden doubts and apprehensions, he left her to close up, and went out to the Russian restaurant on Hayes S
