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but she cut him off with a wave of her hand. "A mere parlor trick, Captain, but it serves to make a point." |
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Raymond, apprised of their needs, moved in his peculiar halting fashion from the room. Despite the difficulty with which he moved, it was disconcertingly quiet. |
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"You've driven all this way, Captain, because you heard about the Witch of Sixkill. Am I correct?" While she talked, she took out a jeweled cigarette case, removed a long, pastel cigarette, slipped it into an onyx holder and lit it. As she exhaled she began speaking again. "And you have need of something, something you believe the Witch of Sixkill can provide. Am I correct once again, Captain?" |
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Before Charlie could answer, Raymond returned with the drinks. The old man served them and slipped unobtrusively back into the shadowy world from which she had summoned him. Frazier bolted his drink in two gulps. The Caron woman picked up the delicate rose stemmed glass of claret, savored the bouquet and sipped it. She was waiting for his response. |
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"I know a man," he began slowly, "by the name of Goldstein. He told me about you." |
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"You mean about my services?" |
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Frazier nodded. He was still uncomfortable. More accurately, he was beginning to feel slightly desperate. He was anxious to get |
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