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 dressed; tall; hair carefully groomed back; face glistening with a professional makeup job。 The crowd hushed even before he reached the microphone。 
 Pendergast took D'Agosta's elbow。 〃Sir Gervase de Vache; director of the museum。〃 
 The man plucked the microphone from the podium; his elegant figure straight and dignified。 
 〃I wele you all;〃 he said; apparently feeling it unnecessary to introduce himself。 〃We are here to memorialize our friend and colleague Jeremy Grove…but as he would have wanted it: with food; drink; music; and good cheer; not long faces and lugubrious speeches。〃 He spoke with a trace of a French accent。 
 Although Pendergast had stopped the moment the director gained the stage; D'Agosta noticed that the FBI agent was still scouring the room with his restless eyes。 
 〃I first met Jeremy Grove some twenty years ago; when he reviewed our Monet exhibition forDowntown 。 It was…how shall I say it?…a classic Grove review。〃 
 There was a ripple of knowing laughter。 
 〃Jeremy Grove was; above all else; a man who told the truth as he saw it; unflinchingly and with style。 His rapier wit and irreverent sallies enlivened many a dinner party 。 。 。〃 
 D'Agosta tuned out。 Pendergast was still ceaselessly scanning the room; and now he began moving again; slowly; like a shark that has just scented blood in the water。 D'Agosta followed。 He liked to watch Pendergast in action。 There; at the liquor table; pouring himself a stiff drink; was a striking young man dressed entirely in black; with a neat goatee。 He had exceptionally large; deep; liquid eyes; and fingers that were even more spidery than Pendergast's。 
 〃Maurice Vilnius; the abstract expressionist painter;〃 Pendergast murmured。 〃One of many beneficiaries of Grove's ministrations。〃 
 〃What's that supposed to mean?〃 
 〃I recall a review Grove wrote of Vilnius's paintings some years back。 The phrase that best sticks in my mind is:These paintings are so bad they inspire respect; even awe。 It takes a special kind of talent to produce mediocrity at this level。 Vilnius has such talent in abundance。 〃 
 D'Agosta swallowed a laugh。 〃That's worth killing over。〃 He hastily put his face in order; Vilnius had turned to see them approach。 
 〃Ah; Maurice; how are you?〃 Pendergast asked。 
 The painter raised two very black eyebrows。 As a fellow sufferer of bad reviews; D'Agosta had expected to see anger; or at least resentment; on the flushed face。 Instead; it wore a broad smile。 
 〃Have we met?〃 
 〃My name's Pendergast。 We met briefly at your opening at Galerie Dellitte last year。 Beautiful work。 I've been considering acquiring a piece for my apartment in the Dakota。〃 
 Vilnius 's smile grew broader。 〃Delighted。〃 He spoke with a Russian accent。 〃e by anytime。 e by today。 It would make my fifth sale this week。〃 
 〃Indeed?〃 D'Agosta noticed Pendergast was careful to keep surprise from his voice。 In the background; the director's voice droned on:〃。 。 。 a man of courage and determination; who did not go gently into that good night 。 。 。〃 
 〃Maurice;〃 Pendergast continued; 〃I'd like to speak with you about Grove's last…〃 
 Suddenly; a middle…aged woman came up to Vilnius; her cadaverous figure draped in a sequined dress。 In tow was a tall man in a black tuxedo; his bald head polished to gemstone brilliance。 
 The woman tugged at Vilnius's sleeve。 〃Maurice; darling; I justhad to congratulate you in person。 That new review is simply wonderful。 Andso long overdue。〃 
 〃You've seen it already?〃 Vilnius replied; turning toward these new arrivals。 
 〃Just this afternoon;〃 the tall man replied。 〃A proof copy was faxed to my gallery。〃 
 〃。 。 。 and now; one of Jeremy's beloved sonatas by Haydn 。 。 。〃 
 People continued talking; ignoring the man at the podium。 Vilnius glanced back toward Pendergast for a moment。 〃Nice to have met you again; Mr。 Pendergast;〃 he said; drawing a card from his pocket and handing it to the FBI agent。 〃Please drop by the studio anytime。〃 Then he turned back to the woman and her escort。 As they walked away; D'Agosta could hear Vilnius saying; 〃It's remarkable to me how quickly news spreads。 The review isn't even due to be published for another day。〃 
 D'Agosta looked at Pendergast。 He; too; was watching Vilnius walk away。 〃Interesting;〃 he murmured under his breath。 
 They drifted back into the crowd。 De Vache had concluded his speech; and the noise level had risen once again。 The harpischord had resumed but was now pletely inaudible over the drinking; eating; and gossiping。 
 Suddenly; Pendergast took off at high speed; arrowing through the crowd。 D'Agosta realized his aim was the director of the Met; stepping down from the stage。 
 De Vache paused at their approach。 〃Ah; Pendergast。 Don't tell meyou're on the case。〃 
 Pendergast nodded。 
 The Frenchman pursed his lips。 〃Is this official? Or were you perhaps a friend of his?〃 
 〃Did Grovehave any friends?〃 
 De Vache chuckled。 〃True; very true。 Friendship was a stranger to Jeremy; something he kept at arm's length。 The last time I met him was…let me see…at a dinner party。 I recall he asked the man across from him…a perfectly harmless old gentleman with dentures…to stop clacking his front incisors while he ate; that he was a man; not a rat。 Someone later dripped sauce on his tie; and Jeremy inquired if perchance he was related to Jackson Pollock。〃 Sir Gervase chuckled。 〃And that was just one dinner party。 Can a man who routinely talks this way have friends?〃 
 Sir Gervase was called away by a group of jewelry…laden matrons。 He apologized to Pendergast; nodded at D'Agosta; then turned away。 Pendergast's eyes went back to roaming the room; finally locking on a group of people near the harpsichord。 〃Voilà;〃 he said。 〃The mother lode。〃 
 〃Who?〃 
 〃Those three talking together。 Along with Vilnius; whom you just met; they were the guests at Grove's last dinner party。 And our reason for being here。〃 
 D'Agosta's eye landed first on an unexceptional…looking man in a gray suit。 Beside him stood a wraithlike elderly woman; covered with powder and rouge; dressed to the nines; manicured; coiffed; and no doubt Botoxed in an ultimately failed attempt to look less than sixty。 She wore a necklace of emeralds so big D'Agosta feared her scrawny shoulders would tire carrying their weight。 But the standout among the group was the figure at her other elbow: an enormously fat man in a gorgeous; dove…gray suit; replete with silk waistcoat; white gloves; and gold chain。 
 〃The woman;〃 murmured Pendergast; 〃is Lady Milbanke; widow of the seventh Baron Milbanke。 She is said to be a poisonous gossip; a drinker of absinthe; and an indefatigable séance organizer and raiser of the dead。〃 
 〃She looks like she needs a little raising from the dead herself。〃 
 〃Vincent; I have missed your trenchant sense of humor。 The heavyset gentleman is undoubtedly Count Fosco。 I have long heard of him; but this is the first time I've seen him。〃 
 〃He must weigh three hundred pounds if he weighs an ounce。〃 
 〃And yet observe how lightly he carries himself。 And the tall gentleman in the gray suit is Jonathan Frederick; the art critic forArt & Antiques 。〃 
 D'Agosta nodded。 
 〃Shall we venture into the lion's den?〃 
 〃You're the boss。〃 
 Immediately; Pendergast strode over; smoothly and shamelessly insinuated himself into the group; and; seizing Lady Milbanke's hand; raised it toward his lips。 
 The old woman blushed beneath her makeup。 〃Have we had the pleasure…?〃 
 〃No;〃 said Pendergast。 〃More's the pity。 My name is Pendergast。〃 
 〃Pendergast。 And who is your friend? A bodyguard?〃 This elicited a round of titters from the group。 
 Pendergast chuckled along with them。 〃In a manner of speaking。〃 
 〃If he's moonlighting;〃 the tall man named Frederick said; 〃he should do so out of uniform。 This is; after all; a memorial service。〃 
 D'Agosta noted that Pendergast did not bother to correct the man about the moonlighting。 Instead; he shook his head sadly; ignoring the ment。 〃Terribly sad about Grove; don't you think?〃 
 Nods all around。 
 〃I heard a rumor he gave a dinner party the night of his death。〃 
 There was a sudden silence。 
 〃Well now; Mr。 Pendergast;〃 said Lady Milbanke。 〃What an extraordinary ment。 You see; we were all at that dinner party。〃 
 〃Indeed。 They say the murderer might have been a guest at the party。〃 
 〃How exciting!〃 cried Lady Milbanke。 〃It's just like an Agatha Christie novel。 As a matter of fact; we each had our own motives to do away with Grove。 At least; weused to。〃 She exchanged brief glances with the others。 〃But then; we weren't the only ones。 Isn't that so; Jason?〃 And; raising her voice; she beckoned a young man who was passing by; champagne flute in one hand。 An orchid drooped from the buttonhole of his fawn jacket; and his hair was the color of marmalade。 
 The youth stopped; frowned。 〃What are you talking about?〃 
 〃This is Jason Prince。〃 She laughed teasingly。 〃Jason; I was just telling Mr。 Pendergast here how many people in this room had cause to murder Jeremy Grove。 And you're known to be a jealous lad。〃 
 〃She's full of crap; as usual;〃 said Prince; his face flushing。 Turning on his heels; he strode away。 
 Lady Milbanke 

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