CHAPTER XIA Killing in Swords
At midnight, when Liselotte and her party returned from the maestro’s, Timuroli and Pete were waiting for them. They had spent nearly three hours over an epoch-making dinner at La Bourgogne, in an atmosphere more conducive to optimism than that of Mr. Stitchgrove’s ashram. Then, at Timuroff’s apartment, Pete had phoned Traeger and Jake Harrell. All was well on Kemble Street, and Harrell reported only that an anonymous informant had tipped the media off to the mayor’s nakedness, and that much was going to be made of it. After that, they had settled down happily to examining Timuroff’s acquisitions.
The five swords had been placed, with ceremony, on a lacquered sword stand, and Timuroff had gone over them carefully, checking signatures against illustrations of
