“How did things go with de la Fesse yesterday?” asked Antoine Cent Eccent, who was busily arranging his…
“Mommy, Mommy, I want bubble gum,” cried the seven-year-old, “or a poodle called Sylvester.”
Back in the present, the cocktail lounge of Club 22 was bearing witness to a fraternal meeting.
“The Swiss Consulate?” repeated Myx.
From an altitude of several hundred feet Lake Leman was a trite cliché: a platter of deep blue, engirdled…
Nimble, noble, and nubile, she was more than a woman — much more: she was a Woman. Her looks alone had…
Eve Apples was a beautiful woman in her late thirties. She took the chair proffered by Myx, which the…