who runs it is Taylor. E. Taylor. I saw it in his address book this afternoon. I was alone in the library looking at some family papers and I found it when I searched his desk.â
âAah,â Raphael whistled. âThat could be very interesting.â
âThere were other antique shops in the bookâall over Europe and one in Beirut. A mass of personal entries, but mostly princes and counts. I set a bug and a recorder in the library and Iâll be going back again in a day or so, and I can get it.â
âYouâve been very enterprising for someone whoâs so new,â he said. âCongratulations.â
âBut perhaps the most important thing I discovered was that both the Duke and his wife went to America about seven years ago. They stayed in Hollywood with a film star called John Julius. Can you remember all this?â
âNo,â he said. âBut I donât have to; I have a recorder in my pocket which is taking down everything you say. That way, there wonât be any mistakes.â
âWill you pass this on to New York as soon as you can? They can investigate the antique shop and this film star. Some of those Hollywood people are pretty degenerate. There could be a drug connection there.â
âThere could,â he said. âBut my guess is that the antique shop will turn out to be the most important. Itâs the most wonderful cover for smuggling. Think of itâthink how much heroin could be hidden in one piece of furniture!â
âMy God,â Katharine whispered. âOf course. I didnât think of that.â
âCars are the usual means of transporting large quantities. Itâs impossible to check on everyone who travels with a car. I ran a check on one of Malaspigaâs exports to Paris, but we found nothing.â
âDid they know?â
âNo. It was done in the Customs. I had an expert go over the pieces, looking for false drawers, bottoms, hollow handles. We found nothing. It seemed a dead end. My opinion is that they donât send it with every shipment. The last was three months ago.â
âThen you think the next one â¦â
âIt could be. How friendly are you with your cousin?â
âHe seems to like me,â Katharine said. She shivered, in spite of the heat in the café. She still felt cold, as if she had been chilled. Hate should be fiery, it should burn.⦠If she shut her eyes she would see Peter lying dead in the hospital room, and the nurse taking her by the arm, brisk and callous through over-exposure to such cases. âToo late, Iâm afraid, heâs gone.â
âThatâs understandable,â Raphael said. âYouâre very pretty. He has a reputation for women. Can you take advantage of this?â
âNo!â She said it sharply. âAfter what youâve told me, how could you suggest â¦?â
He raised his hand. âI didnât suggest anything,â he said. âJust that you encourage his friendship, get as close to him and the family as you can. You canât afford scruples. If heâs attracted to you, and obviously he isâthen this could encourage him to talk. Italian men always talk to women, unless they happen to be married to them. I have a girl friend in Lucca and I tell her everything.â He smiled at Katharine. His expression was mild and friendly again. He had a schizoid attitude which she found disconcerting. His revelation of how her brother died had been merciless. As if he knew her thoughts, he said quietly, âForgive me for being brutal with you. But you needed the shock. I didnât enjoy giving it. We are both working for the same ends. Try to forgive me.â
âOf course,â she said. âYou did the right thing. Iâm very grateful. Nothing would shake me now. Iâll keep my head, donât worry.â
âIâm sure you will,â he said. âNow your real job is to