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think Orvenia and William would be honored. Have him call me to set up a time.”
    “Actually, she. Emily Bradworth works for a designer in the city and has volunteered to do this. She’ll take photos, then enlarge them into posters. I just thought it would be fabulous to have their portraits hanging on the wall above the museum display case.”
    “I’m kind of confused,” Katherine said. “The museum’s opening is in a week, would Ms. Bradworth have time to do this?”
    “Emily is a fast worker. It’s just a matter of her photographing the portraits, then going back to the studio and doing her thing.”
    “It sounds good to me. I can’t wait to see what you’ve done with the Colfax material. You said on the phone you needed to clarify some info about my family.”
    “Oh, yes,” he said, pulling a small notepad out of his pocket. “Where was your great aunt born?”
    “Brooklyn,” Katherine answered. “Bay Ridge.”
    “William Colfax was born in Erie. Do you know how he met your great aunt? The more personal details, the more people will be interested in the display.”
    “My granny said my great aunt was a hatcheck girl at the Waldorf-Astoria. William was in town for business and met her there. That’s all I know, except she was seventeen.”
    “Yes, there was quite an age difference. I just met a client for lunch at the Waldorf.”
    Katherine nodded and wondered if she could hurry him along.
    Robbie repositioned himself on the Belter chair, which creaked loudly. He seemed to not notice. “I heard you had cats, but I don’t see any,” he said, changing the subject. He scanned the room. “I love cats.”
    Gazing through one of the open pocket doors, Katherine thought she saw the shadow of Scout or Abra in the vicinity of the Eastlake hall tree, where she had hung Robbie’s coat. But when she looked harder, she didn’t see them, or any of the other cats. “Oh, they’re probably plastered on the heat register in the kitchen. In this weather, that’s where they like to hang out,” she explained.
    “Ha, ha!” he boomed, and in a jovial mood added, “Before I leave, I’ve taken the liberty of preparing a portfolio about an incredible investment opportunity, available here only through me.” He speedily placed several documents on the coffee table in front of Katherine. “I have direct access to this new fund, which was founded by some top money managers in New York. There is a complete prospectus here, and some standard subscription forms. I realize you’re inclined to be skeptical about such investments, but I can personally guarantee you’ll be very happy with the returns you’ll quickly earn. My clients receive a monthly statement of their financial growth.” He gave a wide-open smile and placed a felt-tip pen on the documents.
    When Katherine leaned over to look at the papers, she again saw movement in the corner of her eye, but when she turned in that direction, she observed a whirlwind of Siamese cats chasing each other. Iris was in the lead, carrying a small envelope in her teeth. She dodged Scout and Abra by darting underneath the infamous wingback chair — Abby’s storage place for stolen loot, which had now become Iris’s cache, as well. Scout and Abra couldn’t brake soon enough. They skirted the coffee table, scattered the papers, and came to a skidding halt several feet away, then began hissing and snarling at each other. Iris — now inside the wingback chair — emitted a deep growl. Abra boxed Scout’s ears and then raced off with one of the ripped sheets of paper clamped in her jaws, with Scout trailing after her. Robbie sat back in his chair, which moaned as if it were in its final death throes. He wore a shocked look on his face. Clearly, he’d never witnessed a Siamese stampede.
    Katherine apologized, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into them. Would you be so kind as to reprint the documents?” She got up from her chair, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I