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12 About a hundred people was gathered below the glass dome. The trunk had arrived from the inn, and Ruskin’s midnight blue tailcoat fitted right in. Caselli wore a pale reed dess. Full length. The top seemed to be seemed to be too large and apparently hung in folds and gave the impression that not all angles could be covered. The room lit by thousands candles, in floor stage. Faces turned Ruskin and Caselli walked in. One of them was the chief consulate. His brow creased, he nodded his excuse to the group around him and walked up to Ruskin. “Mr Ruskin, I’m surprised to see you here.” “A queer twist of fate.” “Is that so?”“I have sent enquiries to London about you.” “I trust you have not bothered Mr Henley.” “I think he can get on without your help.” “How do we get into his office?” “How do we even find it?” A woman walked between the ice urns shaped like fruit. She nipped a piece of orange puit of an urn. Something in the way she moved stirred a memory. A lithe body slipping out of leather body suit. Her most distinctive feature was here long red hair curly hair. But that could be because she wore a wig, designed to draw attention. As she ate the orange she looked around. Not obstensively, but practiced. Seemlingly interested, with an air of weariness, but with eyes scanning the room. Like a trained spy. She shook hair back. That was the exact same movement thenwoman had done when she stepped out her leather bodysuit on the pleasure barge. He turned away and took a step that brought a column between himself and the woman. “I better go and talk to our embassy friend alone. He might be more forthcoming. Why don’t you mingle and make some poor guy talk too much. Someone who has been here before and—” “I get it. I know what we need.” They split up and Ruskin sundered toward the man from the embassy. A waiter walked up to the woman. He leaned closed to hear. Much closer than it was fitting for a servant to do. The woman stepped away. Again, she made the covered scan of the room. The woman and the waiter went each their way. Ruskin changed course and followed the waiter, then stopped and instead followed the woman. (describe how the exists are guarded. The guards stands down the corridors so not to be obtrusive.) The woman went to the highest level, and stood in shade of a group of iron sculptures of winged creatures. (the porcelain forest)He walked closer. Should he fetch Caselli. There wasn’t time.Maybe there was time, but why should he? With a little luck he would be lead to the pearl, and with more luck he could carry it away within a few hours. A dark shadow moved behind the woman and she turned and walked into the shadows. Ruskin drew closer. He saw the waiter and the woman walk down the corridor toward a guard. The guard stepped away and let them pass. His grin after they had passed clearly showed that it amused that the waiter and a guest was going into find a quite place and make love. Ruskin waited a minute then he strode down the corridor towards the guard. The guard looked at him and when Ruskin came closer he held up his hand, palm towards Ruskin. “I’m sorry sir. This is a private area.” “Yeah, I bet it is very damn private.” “Sir, please—” “That’s my wife down there with one of your dirty colleagues. And I’m going to get her.” “Sir, there’s noone—” Ruskin jumped forward and floored the man with a Japanese chop to the side of his kneck. The man crumpled to the floor. Ruskin caught him and let him slip to the floor without making a sound. He went down the corridor, following the faint footsteps. Casselli entered the corridor. She stood looking at the guard on the floor. When she was sure he did not move, she stepped out of her high heel shoes, picked them up and pulled the heel and the hard sole off, revealing a rubber sole. She put the shoes back on and hurried up to the body. He breathed but seemed passed out. She continued down the corridor, turned a corner. The corridor split into three. She listened. No sound came to guide the way. The roof above was made of glass fastned in mirror frame. Each opening seemed big enough for her to squece through. She undid her dress and let it slide down from the rubber bodysuit that covered her body. Shee tore the hem of her dress and pulled out a slim rope, that had been curled up inside it. A leather belt around her thigh help a guin and a metal rod. She pulled out the rod and tied the rope to cirkel at then of the cylinder, which she then twised and three curved spikes sprang out, turning the rod into a grabling hook. She threw the garbling uptowrd the roof. A pane of glass shatteredShe step away to avoid the falling glass shreds. The The hook had fastened between two window. The rope bid into her hands, but she had practisedtheis for years. She removed the splinters till in place and hauled herself up on the roof. Takes her stuff. It had been her luck that the roof was made of glass, but now it became a curse. The spross was strong enough to hold her, but she had. She balanced and made it safe ground with metal underfoot. Now what? Had this been a good idea? Dim light shone through the glass of the corridors and gave her an overview. The glass above the rooms were dark. Except in one place. The yellow light from a carescene lamp shone up from a square room. She made her way, balancing . She looked down. In the room stood a woman, she stood by and open window with a cerocne lamp in her hand. Caselli looked out into ther night. Somewhere out there a light blinked. The woman in the room pulled a table over to the window and placed the lamp on it. She went back to the waiter who stood waiting by the door. He opened the door for her, but as she was about to step out the waiter stopped her. They stood listening and then closed the door. She shifted position so she could see down in the corridor. Ruskin came strolling down the corridor. Looking around with the expression of a slight tipsy guests who had lost his way. He looked around and opened a door on the opposite side of the room where the woman and the waiter stood waiting. Caselli crouched on the roof. Waiting for who of the people below would make the next move. The woman opened the door and peeked out. Then she opened the door and she and the waiter went out into the corridor. The waiter walked in front of her down the corridor. Caselli followed them on the roof, as they turned the corner she look back. As far as she could see from this aquard angle, Ruskin was not out in the corridor. After several turns, they stopped in front of a door. The waiter took a kwy out of his pocket and held it in front of the woman. She reached for it, but he pulled it away. She opened her purse and drew out a swat of cash and gave it to the waiter. He gave her the key. She unlocked and opened the door. The waiter hurried away. The woman went into the room, and closed the door and the room became dark. A flash as she lit a match. She went to a conference table, and lit a carscne lamp with a green glass cover.