Her eyes were wide with pretended horror.His full lips curled in a grin, but his eyes did not smile. ″You can′t afford scruples when you′re dealing with that type.″ʺWhat type? I thought he was a rather nice fellow. Bit dull, I suppose.″Mike sipped at his fifth Campari, and lit a fresh cigarette. He smoked long Pall Malls without filters, and Dee suspected that was how he got his emery-board voice. He blew out smoke and said: ″Just being here at the same time as us was a big coincidence. I mean, nobody would come here, not even a wandering loner. But the picture clinched it. All that stuff about his daughter was a bit of quick improvisation. He was looking for you.″″I was afraid you′d say that.″ Dee took his cigarette and sucked on it, then handed it back.″You′re sure you′ve never seen him before?″″Sure.″″All right. Now think: who might have known about the Modigliani?″″Do you think that′s it? Somebody else is after the picture? It′s a bit melodramatic.″″The hell it is.
