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- "Oh, uh. Good. I did the legwork."
- I thought of some work I'd seen Susan's legs do before. But I only said, "And?"
- "And the downtown Marriott is hosting an art gala this very night, including a gallery sale and a fundraiser auction for charity."
- I whistled. "Wow. So lots of art and money moving around, changing hands, being shipped hither and yon."
- "Hither maybe, but I don't think UPS does yon," Susan said. "Seems like a good place to sell a hot article or three. And it's all sponsored by the Chicago Historical and Art Society."
- "Who?"
- "A very small and very elite club for the upper crust. Gentleman Johnny Marcone is chairman of its board of directors."
- "Sounds like smuggling country all right," I said. "How do I get in?"
- "You put up a five-thousand-dollar-per-plate donation to charity."
- "Five thousand," I said. "I don't think I've ever had that much all in one place at one time."
- Death Masks Chapter 16, page 151
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