niaturist’s individual style,” said Black carefully, “yle of tire workshop.”

    an attac importance to finding t Effendi and e,  t treasury to ter Osman was

    using tunity to sabotage e’s book and punisrayed ating t based on style, Master Osman suspected Olive rils, but as or, ork’s guilt and urn o tioners. I could sense elling trut like kissing o  of t I’d become or after Master Osman’s deat him long life.

    I  disturbed t y t it mig. Reading bet, I o glean t Master Osman  only to sacrifice Stork, but me as y made my  quicken and dreoe abandonment felt by a c ime to mind, I o restrain myself from cutting Black’s t. I didn’t attempt to argue t  t ions inspired by European masters loo traitors? Once again, I t t be’s deatood Stork and Olive and t me. I removed t.

    “Let’s go to Olive’s oget from top to bottom,” I said. “If t picture is  least , ake  and go on to raid Stork’s house.”

    I told o trust me and t  even ea. As I lifted tared meaningfully at ttened old  cut on  would be a mark of our friendsly.

    tion made by till be reets, but no one noticed us. e o arrive at Olive’s yard door, tiently upon tters. Nobody ain  sleeping. Black gave voice to hinking: “Shall we go inside?”

    I ted tal loop of t edge of Black’s dagger, ting it into t ,  by tenc and loneliness,  of ticed an unmade bed, sasossed randomly upon cuss, turbans, underss, Nimetullaionary, a urban stand, broadclote a ferimmed an paper, and ted pages on  I restrained myself botic