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; as a boy; visiting those magnificent Chacoan ruins with Dr。 Morris himself。〃
 〃Thank you; but…〃
 Again; the faint squeeze。 〃Please don't thank me。 Mr。 Brisbane was kind enough to bring this situation to my attention。 The work you are doing here is important; it will bring credit to the Museum; and I personally would like to do anything I can to support it。 If you need anything else; call me。 Call me。〃
 He released her hand ever so gently and turned to Brisbane。 〃I must be off to prepare my little speech。 Thank you。〃
 And he was gone。
 She looked at Brisbane; but the face was still an opaque mask。 〃Now you know what will happen if you do get with the program;〃 he said。 〃I'd rather not go into what will happen if you don't。〃
 Brisbane turned back to the mirror; gave himself one last look。
 〃See you tonight; Dr。 Kelly;〃 he said mildly。
 
 TWELVE
  
 O'SHAUGHNESSY FOLLOWED PENDERGAST up the red…carpeted steps toward the Museum's great bronze doors; convinced that every eye in the place was on him。 He felt like a jerk in his policeman's uniform。 He let his hand drop idly to the butt of his gun; and felt gratified as a nearby tuxedoed man gave him a decidedly nervous glance。 He further consoled himself with the thought that he was getting time and a half for this dog…and…pony show…and time and a half from Captain Custer was nothing to sneeze at。
 Cars were lining up along Museum Drive; disgorging beautiful and not…so…beautiful people。 Velvet ropes held back a small; disconsolate…looking group of photographers and journalists。 The flashes of the photographers' cameras were few and far between。 A van with the logo of a local television station was already packing up and leaving。
 〃This opening for the new Primate Hall is rather smaller than others I've attended;〃 said Pendergast as he glanced around。 〃Party fatigue; I expect。 The Museum's been having so many these days。〃
 〃Primates? All these people are interested in monkeys?〃
 〃I expect most of them are here to observe the primates outside the exhibition cases。〃
 〃Very funny。〃
 They passed through the doors and across the Great Rotunda。 Until two days ago; O'Shaughnessy hadn't been inside the Museum since he was a kid。 But there were the dinosaurs; just like they'd always been。 And beyond; the herd of elephants。 The red carpet and velvet ropes led them onward; deeper into the building。 Smiling young ladies were positioned along the way; pointing; nodding; indicating where to go。 Very nice young ladies。 O'Shaughnessy decided that another visit to the Museum; when he wasn't on duty; might be in order。
 They wound through the African Hall; past a massive doorway framed in elephant tusks; and entered a large reception area。 Countless little tables; set with votive candles; dotted the room。 A vast buffet heaped with food ran along one wall; bookended by two well…stocked booze stations。 A podium had been placed at the far end of the room。 In a nearby corner; a string quartet sawed industriously at a Viennese waltz。 O'Shaughnessy listened with incredulity。 They were appalling。 But at least it wasn't Puccini they were butchering。
 The room was almost empty。
 At the door stood a manic…looking man; a large name tag displayed below his white carnation。 He spotted Pendergast; rushed over; and seized his hand with almost frantic gratitude。 〃Harry Medoker; head of public relations。 Thank you for ing; sir; thank you。 I think you'll love the new hall。〃
 〃Primate behavior is my specialty。〃
 〃Ah! Then you've e to the right place。〃 The PR man caught a glimpse of O'Shaughnessy and froze in the act of pumping Pendergast's hand。 〃I'm sorry; Officer。 Is there a problem?〃 His voice had lost all its conviviality。
 〃Yeah;〃 said O'Shaughnessy in his most menacing tone。
 The man leaned forward and spoke in most unweling tones。 〃This is a private opening; Officer。 I'm sorry; but you'll have to leave。 We have no need of outside security…〃
 〃Oh yeah? Just so you know; Harry; I'm here on the little matter of the Museum cocaine ring。〃
 〃Museum cocaine ring?〃 Medoker looked like he was about to have a heart attack。
 〃Officer O'Shaughnessy;〃 came Pendergast's mild warning。
 O'Shaughnessy gave the man a little clap on the shoulder。 〃Don't breathe a word。 Imagine how the press would run with it。 Think of the Museum; Harry。〃 He left the man white and shaking。
 〃I hate it when they don't respect the man in blue;〃 said O'Shaughnessy。
 For a moment; Pendergast eyed him gravely。 Then he nodded toward the buffet。 〃Regulations may forbid drinking on the job; but they don't forbid eating blini au caviar。〃
 〃Blini auwhat?〃
 〃Tiny buckwheat pancakes topped with crème fra?che and caviar。 Delectable。〃
 O'Shaughnessy shuddered。 〃I don't like raw fish eggs。〃
 〃I suspect you've never had the real thing; Sergeant。 Give one a try。 You'll find them much more palatable than a Die Walküre aria; I assure you。 However; there's also the smoked sturgeon; the foie gras; the prosciutto di Parma; and the Damariscotta River oysters。 The Museum always serves an excellent table。〃
 〃Just give me the pigs in a blanket。〃
 〃Those can be obtained from the man with the cart on the corner of Seventy…seventh and Central Park West。〃
 More people were trickling into the hall; but the crowd was still thin。 O'Shaughnessy followed Pendergast over to the food table。 He avoided the piles of sticky gray fish eggs。 Instead; he took a few pieces of ham; cut a slice from a wheel of brie; and with some pieces of French bread made a couple of small ham…and…cheese sandwiches for himself。 The ham was a little dry; and the cheese tasted a little like ammonia; but overall it was palatable。
 〃You had a meeting with Captain Custer; right?〃 Pendergast asked。 〃How did it go?〃
 O'Shaughnessy shook his head as he munched。 〃Not too good。〃
 〃I expect there was someone from the mayor's office。〃
 〃Mary Hill。〃
 〃Ah; Miss Hill。 Of course。〃
 〃Captain Custer wanted to know why I hadn't told them about the journal; why I hadn't told them about the dress; why I hadn't told them about the note。 But it was all in the report…which Custer hadn't read…so in the end I survived the meeting。〃
 Pendergast nodded。
 〃Thanks for helping me finish that report。 Otherwise; they'd have ripped me a new one。〃
 〃What a quaint expression。〃 Pendergast looked over O'Shaughnessy's shoulder。 〃Sergeant; I'd like to introduce you to an old acquaintance of mine。 William Smithback。〃
 O'Shaughnessy turned to see a gangling; awkward…looking man at the buffet; a gravity…defying cowlick jutting from the top of his head。 He was dressed in an ill…fitting tuxedo; and he seemed utterly absorbed in piling as much food onto his plate as possible; as quickly as possible。 The man looked over; saw Pendergast; and started visibly。 He glanced around uneasily; as if marking possible exits。 But the FBI agent was smiling encouragingly; and the man named Smithback came toward them a little warily。
 〃Agent Pendergast;〃 Smithback said in a nasal baritone。 〃What a surprise。〃
 〃Indeed。 Mr。 Smithback; I find you well。〃 He grasped Smithback's hand and shook it。 〃How many years has it been?〃
 〃Long time;〃 said Smithback; looking like it had not been nearly long enough。 〃What are you doing in New York?〃
 〃I keep an apartment here。〃 Pendergast released the hand and looked the writer up and down。 〃I see you've graduated to Armani; Mr。 Smithback;〃 he said。 〃A rather better cut than those off…the…rack Fourteenth Street job…lot suits you used to sport。 However; when you're ready to take a real sartorial step; might I remend Brioni or Ermenegildo Zegna?〃
 Smithback opened his mouth to reply; but Pendergast continued smoothly。 〃I heard from Margo Green; by the way。 She's up in Boston; working for the GeneDyne Corporation。 She asked me to remember her to you。〃
 Smithback opened his mouth again; shut it。 〃Thank you;〃 he managed after a moment。 〃And…and Lieutenant D'Agosta? You keep in touch with him?〃
 〃He also went north。 He's now living in Canada; writing police procedurals; under the pen name of Campbell Dirk。〃
 〃I'll have to pick up one of his books。〃
 〃He hasn't made it big yet…not like you; Mr。 Smithback…but I must say the books are readabl

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