Zacynthus suddenly stopped in midsentence and stared at the Street, his eyes wide in blank astonishment.
A gargantuan black-and-silver car rolled silently up to the curb and stopped. Elegant in design, majestic in appearance, the regal coachwork seemed out of place beside the more modern mechanized traffic, like a queen of the realm amid a bustling crowd of foul-smelling rabble. And as a fitting touch, the piece de resistance, a lovely dark-haired girl graced the steering wheel.
“Good lord,” Zacynthus gasped. “Von Till’s Maybach.” He turned to Pitt. “How did you get it?”
'To the victor belong the spoils,” Pitt grinned slyly.
Giordino raised an eyebrow. “Now I see what you meant by a bulky souvenir. I might add that your other souvenir isn’t half bad either.”
Pitt opened the front door of the car. “I think you both know my ravishing chauffeur.”
“She reminds me of a girl I once met in the Aegean,” Giordino said smiling. “But this one is much better looking.”
The girl laughed. “Just to show that flattery has its reward, I forgive you for that rough ride through the labyrinth. Only next time give me warning so I can put on some decent clothes.”
Giordino looked genuinely sheepish. “I promise.”
Pitt turned to Zacynthus. There was a faint smile in Pitt’s eyes. “Do me a favor, will you Zac?'
“if I can.”
'I'd like to borrow the services of one of your agents for a couple of weeks. Do you think you can arrange it?”
Zacynthus looked down at the girl and nodded. “I think so. The Bureau owes you that much.”
Pitt climbed Into the front seat and closed the door. Then he handed his cane out to Giordino. “Here, I don’t think I’ll be needing this anymore.”
Before Giordino could make an appropriate reply, the girl engaged the clutch, and the big town car slipped into the moving line of traffic.
Giordino watched the high-roofed car until it rounded a distant corner and was lost from sight. Then he turned and looked at Zacynthus.
“How are you at whipping up scallops with mushrooms in white wine sauce?”
Zacynthus shook his head. “I’m afraid I’ve never graduated beyond frozen TV dinners.”
“In that case, you can buy me a drink.”
“You forget, I’m only a poor civil servant.”
“Then look upon me as an item on your expense account.'
Zacynthus tried to look serious but tailed. Then he shrugged. “Shall we?”
“Lets.”
So arm in arm, much to the amusement of passerbys, the tall Zacynthus and the short Giordino, looking all the world like Mutt and Jeff, began walking down the sidewalk In the direction of the nearest bar.
