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The woman stared at her companion, her breath gently ruffling the veil. Her voice was pitched low, but even at that distance I had no trouble hearing the conversation. "Do you have it?" The man cocked his head to one side, favoring her with the stronger lens of the pince-nez. "I might ask you the same question." His voice was flat and breathy, as though he were afraid the let the words out. She didn't like him or his answer, but eventually lifted the purse from her lap to the table. With her left hand she pulled out a slim leather case and opened it for his inspection. It was no larger than a pack of cigarettes, and she held it ready to pull back if he grabbed it. He peered at the contents a moment, then drew a jeweler's loupe from his pocket. "May I?" He extended a manicured hand. She hesitated. "I have to verify that it is genuine. MissтАж erтАж Green. Mr. Swafford was very clear on that point." She put the case on the table, her right hand lingering inside the big purse. "Just as long as you know that this is genuine," she told him, He stiffened, his eyes frozen on her hidden hand. He licked his lower lip. "V-very well." Slowly he picked up the leather case, removing the pince-nez and screwing the loupe into one eye. He examined what was in the case for ten seconds and reversed the motions, replacing it back onto the scarred tabletop. "Well?" she said. "It is genuine." He settled the pince-nez back on his nose. "I knew that, let's get on with it." "Y-yes, certainly." From his coat pocket he produced an envelope and gave it to her. She opened it and examined the contents in turn, pulling out one of the hundred-dollar bills from the center. A second later she looked up and grabbed the leather case. "You can tell Swafford it's in the fire," she said in a voice like ground glass. His eyes darted unhappily from the empty spot on the table to her veil. "But why?" |
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