anyway.”
“We’ll
have a
drink. I
don’t want
to get
drunk but
we’ll have
a drink.”
Rinaldi
went
across the
room to
the
washstand
and
brought
back two
glasses
and a
bottle of
cognac.
“It’s
Austrian
cognac,”
he said.
“Seven
stars.
It’s all
they
captured
on San
Gabriele.”
“Were you
up there?”
“No. I
haven’t
been
anywhere.
I’ve been
here all
the time
operating.
Look,
baby, this
is your
old
tooth-brushing
glass. I
kept it
