"Ron Goulart - The Prisoner of Blackwood Castle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goulart Ron)

Burmese Pavilion at the Exposition here, I let myself get the idea I could
pick up whereтАФтАЭ
"Zevenburg has many another pleasure to offer, my lad," the Great
Lorenzo pointed out. "For example, I am doing two magnificent shows
nightly at the very threshold of the Exposition grounds. You're absolutely
certain you don't want even one eclair?"
"When I sent in my card tonight," said Harry, "these two louts came out
of the damn palace to throw me in the direction of the gutter."
"Are you and your dear old dad still using that business card with the
staring eye and the catchy slogan 'A Wide-Awake Detective Agency'
emblazoned upon it? That's been known to annoy some otherwise placid
individтАФтАЭ
"Alicia's changed, I guess."
"Her father is said to be at death's door. Perhaps, Harry, that accounts
forтАФтАЭ
"Okay, King Ulrich's dying. She could still have sent a short note
explainingтАФтАЭ
"Would you like me to introduce you to my assistant, Sara? A charming
lass, titian-tressed and quite surprisingly well-read. She can actually recite
interminable stretches of Browning," said the helpful magician. "That
ability, coupled with her impressive bosom, might well distract you for a
bit."
"I've been thinking, Lorenzo, that there's no real reason for my staying
in Orlandia at all," Harry said. "The jewels are now safely on display inside
the Exposition andтАФтАЭ
"Stay on," advised the Great Lorenzo. "You've hardly even taken in any
of the sights and wonders of the Exposition itself."
"Excuse me, Herr Great Lorenzo." The frail waiter was again beside the
table, a pale blue envelope held against his narrow chest. "The boy
brought this for your friend."
"Which boy?" inquired the magician, glancing around.
 "The lad over by the lady with all the feathers in herтАФ Ah, but be seems
to have vanished, sir."
With a shrug the Great Lorenzo took the envelope and passed it across
the table. "Smells romantic, my boy."
Harry had recognized the handwriting on the envelope face before he
even took hold of it. Opening the envelope, he extracted a folded sheet of
blue notepaper.

Harry dearest: Please forgive what occurred when you attempted to
call. I do want to see you again, but not here. Can you meet me tonight
at eleven in the Pavilion of Automatons on the
Exposition grounds? I have much to tell you.
Love, Alicia.

The Great Lorenzo drummed his fingers on the table edge. "Ah, how
well I remember the last time I received an amorous missive penned upon
notepaper with a royal crest. 'Twas in Bosnia nearly a decade ago, shortly
after I had introduced my sensational Floating Lady illusion and the whole
of the nation was atwitter and agog over myтАФтАЭ