The Fire Agent

The piano score to a Chopin nocturne lying open on a chair gave slight evidence of Leo’s work. And remember, God and the Rothschilds move in mysterious ways.” “The Rothschilds, maybe.” Above them the auditorium began to fill with families and entourages. Ikari, a wiry old man in English clothing, stood over him, ready to pounce in the case of a mistake. He stood there on the porch for a long time before finally ringing the bell.