Sullivan's Sting [antikvár]

He was a perfect gentleman, attentive, eager to please.There was something balletic in his movements: aswoop to light Mrs. Winslow's cigarette with a goldDupont, a bow to place the black mink stole about herfleshy shoulders, a pirouette as the maître d' came bus-tling up.4 4Was everything satisfactory, Mr. Rathbone?"*'Everything was excellent, Felix," he said, andpressed a folded twenty into the waiting palm."The zabaglione was divineMrs. Birdie Winslowsaid. "Something extra, wasn't there?"44Just a few drops of rum, madam. For flavor."44Marvelous idea. We must come again."44Please do," Felix said, escorting them to the door.440n Friday we shall have baked pompano with a cham-pagne sauce."Outside, they stood a moment staring up at a lucidsky sown with rows of stars. But the easterly wind hadan edge, and Mrs. Winslow wrapped her stole tighter.Rathbone slipped an arm lightly about her thick waist."Chilly?"44Not really."He leaned closer. 44Love your perfume. Obsession,isn't it?"44Oh, David," she said, "you know everything."