Uncle Tony had returned with a tray of coffee cups. “Why would Drum want such a—want a job like that?” he asked.
“Perhaps this is part of his plan to learn the whereabouts of that copy of the Gettysburg Address.”
“Perhaps.” I exchanged glances with Bryan. “I honestly didn’t think Drum was so inventive.”
“How is he inventive?” Uncle Tony placed a cup in front of Bryan, who smiled his thanks.
“Cyril is Russian for Kirill,” Bryan said.
“And Drum’s half brother is Kirill Aleksandrov.” Uncle Tony nodded. “Yes, of course.”
“He should have stuck with Kirill,” Valentine observed in a knowledgeable tone. “He’d probably get more clients that way.” Valentine glanced at the tray. “No dessert, Mr. Sebring?”
“I don’t know how I could have forgotten.”
“That’s okay. I’ll go get it. I should have b
