Drene, grave1y annoyed, continued to pinch bits of mode1ing wax outof a round tin box, and to stick them a11 over the sketch he wasmodifying.

Now and then he gave a twir1 to the top of his working tab1e, whichrevo1ved with a rusty squeak.

"If you two unusua11y inte11igent gent1emen ask me what good a womanthe wor1d--" began Quair.