CHAPTER SIX
It was a spacious book-lined room. The walls covered from floor to ceiling, all four of them, with books. One wall also held a fireplace, which was blazing like a small inferno with flaming cedar logs, crackling with the sound of burning wood. The room was furnished with several leather easy chairs in dark colors; two before the fireplaces were occupied by men who looked up as Diana and Tracy entered. One of them was an athletic-looking middle-aged man wearing a black velour jumpsuit, and the other was thirty-five or so and darkly, conspicuously handsome, his eyes like cold blue light. He was wearing a navy blue kimono robe belted at the waist.
"Hello," he said, greeting Diana and Tracy. They nodded in return and Diana said, "Not much seems to be going on in here."
"Oh, don'
