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Callaway, a broad-chested man who liked to show his teeth.
    Dora stood up. The pastor rose at the same time and took a wallet from his inner jacket pocket. He extracted a card and handed it to her.
    "The address of the Church of the Holy Oneness," he said. "Service every Friday evening at eight. But you'll be welcome anytime you wish to stop by."
    "Thank you," she said, tucking the card in her shoulder bag. "I may just do that. Mrs. Starrett, it's been a pleasure meeting you, and I hope to see you again."
    "And the insurance?" Callaway asked. "When may the beneficiaries expect to have the claim approved?"
    Dora smiled sweetly. "As soon as possible," she said, and shook his hand.
    Charles was waiting in the foyer, and she wondered how much of the conversation he had overheard. He helped her on with her parka.
    "Thank you, Charles."
    She thought he might have winked at her, but it was such an unbutlerlike act that she decided he had merely blinked. With one eye.

CHAPTER 6
    Clayton Starrett could see no physical resemblance between Helene and Turner Pierce, yet they both showed the same face to the world: cool, somewhat aloof, with tight smiles and brief laughs. And both dressed with careless elegance, held their liquor well, and had a frequently expressed distaste for the commonplace. "Vulgar!" was their strongest term of opprobrium.
    Sitting with them in the living room of Helene's apartment, sharing a pitcher of gin martinis, Clayton noted for the first time how pale both were, how slender, how languid their gestures. In their presence he felt uncomfortably lumpish, as if his energy and robust good health were somehow vulgar.
    "And what was Guthrie's reaction when you gave him the raise?" Turner asked.
    "He was surprised," Clayton said. "Perhaps shocked is a better word. I know he never expected anything like that. I did it, of course, to give him a bigger stake in the company. You might call it a bribe-to keep his mouth shut about the*gold deals."
    "You think it'll work?"
    "I don't know," Clayton said worriedly. "Sol is an honest man-maybe too honest. In spite of the raise he may keep digging. I got the feeling he wasn't completely satisfied with my explanation."
    "Helene?" Turner said.
    "Don't do anything at the moment," she advised. "The money may convince him it would be stupid to make waves. But you better tell Dick Satterlee to keep an eye on him, just in case."
    "Yes, that would be wise," Turner said. "Since his New Orleans contact was eliminated, Ramon wants to increase his investments elsewhere. We'll be getting the lion's share, so the last thing we want right now is a snoopy accountant nosing around. I'll phone Satterlee at home and alert him." He glanced at his Piaget Polo, finished his martini, stood up. "I've got to run. Thanks for the drink, sis."
    "I'll give you a call later," she said.
    He swooped to kiss her cheek. "Much later," he said. "I won't be home until midnight."
    "I hope you're behaving yourself," she said.
    "Don't I always?" he said. "Clay, sometimes this sister of mine acts like she's my mother."
    They all laughed. Turner gathered up his leather trench coat and trilby. "Clay," he said, "don't worry about Sol Guthrie. I'll take care of it."
    "Good," Clayton said. "He's been with Starrett a long time and only has two years to go before he starts drawing a hefty pension. He'd be a fool to endanger that."
    "Sometimes honest men do foolish things," Turner said. "You know the old saying: No good deed goes unpunished. I hope Mr. Guthrie knows it."
    He waved a hand at them and left. Helene rose to bolt the door and put on the chain. "Another party tonight?" she asked Clayton.
    He nodded. "The third this week. My wife is cohostess of this one. At the Pierre."
    "For which charity?"
    He shrugged. "Who the hell knows-or cares. For unwed mothers or to spay stray cats or something."
    "So you have to go home to dress?"
    He smiled at her. "Not for an hour," he said.
    "Time enough," she said. "We can go around the