“All the same.”
The noise of the party, the chatter, the soft music, the crackling fire, was enchanting. They were content to stand there and enjoy the company. After the horror of the past few months, they needed something jovial, convivial, fun. Such events didn’t come around much in their line of work.
“So, are you boys in real estate?” Riddle asked.
“Real Estate?” Topher said. “Er, no. We’re Transcendental Trackers.” He handed Riddle his card.
Riddle read it and looked up at them, intrigued and impressed.
“And what do you do?” Gertrude asked.
Riddle stared at the card again. He didn’t answer, seeming to think.
“Do?”
He put the card in his breast pocket and smiled graciously.
“Gentlemen. Nobody here really does anything. Unless you count living off of interest as a career.”
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