Dr. Braun indicated some notes on the coffee table before him. "It seems
hardly possible that your activities would be confined largely to going
to the cinema, to the swankier night clubs and eating in the more famed
restaurants."
Crowley's grin turned into a half embarrassed smirk. Patricia thought of
a small boy who had been caught in a mischief but was still somewhat
proud of himself. He said, "Well, I gotta admit that there's been a few
things. Come on over to my place and I'll show you." He looked at Braun.
"Hey, Doc, about how much is one of them Rembrandt paintings worth?"
Braun rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, "Great Caesar," he murmured.
He came to his feet and looked around at the rest of them. "Let us go
over there and learn the worst," he said.
At the curb, before the hotel, Ross Wooley looked up and down the street
for a cab.