<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I lean forward to watch Jaclyn exit and make sure she is not going to return in a blink of an eye.  Ari nods at me.  I nod back.<br/><br/><strong>“Miss Silk.  I do not know when there will be a private time or more private than this.  Please listen carefully.”</strong> <br/><br/>I take a deep breath.  <em>Kawf-kawf</em>  <em>“Harumph”</em> . . . <strong>“Excuse me. . . . Jaclyn, Ari and I have encountered challenge upon challenge in this city.  It all has to do with a fiend, Dianne du Monde.  Yes, a woman fiend.  And I don’t believe there is time for all the details that I could or should provide.”</strong>  <br/><br/><strong>“The best I can express it is that I fear Jaclyn has come to believe the world is against her—all she has is this du Monde woman, the Queen of Diamonds.  Du Monde is an addiction for Jaclyn I do believe.  Each for the other.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Jaclyn swings from warm regards to a mistrustful eye.  I will tell you that the red hair is an homage to her queen.  I truly believe that.”</strong>  <br/><br/><strong>“And I truly hope I am wrong.  Please watch her.  You needn’t accept my and Ari’s view.  Judge for yourself.”</strong> <br/><br/>I look at Ari as we both nod at each other.  <strong>“But the three of us already have an alliance—to do best for dear Jaclyn.”</strong>  I take Miss Silk’s hand and squeeze it.<br/></span>