Up Fourth avenue and two turns to blade through heavy uptown traffic and then down the street where Tess Rillette lived. The cab stopped outside the white stone house and Daisy got out. The coupe went once around the block and then Frey parked it at the corner. "This looks good," he said. Mogin nodded. Frey said, "Maybe you better wait here. If I'm not out in thirty minutes maybe you better come in and see what's happened to me." Mogin said, "Maybe you better take this." He reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a little pistol. Frey looked at it and made a face. "I hate to use those things." He took the pistol and put it in his pocket and walked up the white stone steps. The Jap came to the door and Frey said, "Well--it's past three thirty. Miss Rillette is expecting me, isn't she--?" The Jap shook his head. "Miss Rillette is busy. You must call later." "Tell Miss Rillette that I--" He braked his tongue and said, "No--don't tell Miss Rillette anything. In fact--maybe you better take a walk around the block." The Jap started to get excited. He said, "You were not among those invited--" "Take a walk around the block," Frey said. "Look, I'll help you down the steps--" He grabbed hold of the Jap and hustled him down the steps. Mogin saw the deal and opened the door of the coupe. Frey pushed the Jap inside. "What's this?" Mogin said. "A glimpse of the Far East," Frey murmured. "Take him to a show. Take him to a dance. I don't care what you do with him, only keep him away from the house for a while. He'll get in my way otherwise." The Jap started to yell. "Tag him," Frey said. He looked up and down the street and he saw that it was all right. Then he heard a click and he saw Mogin's fist bouncing away from the Jap's chin. The Jap went to sleep. "I'll drive around the block a few times," Mogin said. Frey went up the steps again and took his time going through the pale orange room, the burnt orange room. Then he was moving slowly and very quietly as he heard voices coming from the other pale orange room. The orange door was closed but Frey managed to get in a look through the side windows of the studio. The windows were slits of glass running from the floor to the ceiling, and through them Frey saw Tess Rillette and Lasseroe and Daisy Hennifer. They were all talking at once and at first their voices were low but then they started to argue and Frey got in on it. "Clever, weren't you, Daisy?" Tess Rillette was saying. "You asked me to be your guest at the hotel, and I thought it was hospitality. But what you really wanted was to keep me away from here. You didn't want Harry to get in touch with me." "That's a lie," Daisy said. "I asked you to stay at the hotel purely for business reasons. I wanted you to work on those inlaid ivories--"