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She dropped her voice to a whisper "And I wear these skinny jeans because I refuse to pretend to a class I am not"

"She is not of that class"

"I am not of the petticoat class! I am Elmira Davenport!"

"Is that--is that Elmira Davenport? Let her in!" It was the e Very coan to buzz "Yes, I think I’ve heard of her," I heard someone say "Didn’t she paint herself purple on top of the Eiffel Tower?"

"Yes!" Like ic, Holmes produced a fistful of business cards fro them out to the crowd

"Is your work up for auction, dear?" themy shoulder

"It is up for auction," I intoned

"You’ll have to wait for the very end," Holedclerk, past the s of men in sport coats and all the way down the end, to the lofted center hall of the e had been set up, with an auctioneer’s podius From the looks of it, Hadrian and Phillipa’s art auctions attracted a good hundred people, and ed to come out, even with such short notice

"I’ve heard they have so off," the "

His friend replied, too quiet to hear

"No," he said "They’re on the up-and-up These two scout the globe for a living; of course they’re bringing hoht to be lost Doesn’t mean it’s stolen Didn’t you see Hadrian on Art World Today? He addressed this very subject!"

Hollowered into the distance Everyone, it seemed, had heard of us from somewhere they couldn’t really reths people would go to to feel like they were in the know

As wethat saiti Sos were presumed lost, and someone else would reassure the them The whole roo her bristly wig and ranting on about art and the intellect and the soul She sounded like Nathaniel Ziegler on steroids, which I think was probably the point

My throat was going dry I still wasn’t feeling like myself--to be honest, with every hour, I discovered a new part of roup "Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked her