Post by ST Alex on Mar 22, 2011 20:22:24 GMT -8
A pair of gentlemen dandies are loitering near the entrance…
“What’s goin on?”
“They say Minotaur’s is throwing a gala tomorrow night, as much of a gala as they would throw anyway, to celebrate their re-opening.”
“That was awfully fast.”
“They say some unknown benefactor sent in an army of maids, already wages paid and all, and a bursar bearing a large purse and closed lips.”
“Well that’s odd, but fortunate for them.”
“That’s not half of the odd! They say, you know, that the bursar was in a monk’s robe, but he had grave dirt clinging all over! And his cross was gold.”
“More odd then. What else?”
“The Bursar’s purse contained much gold, but it was all blank. They say.”
“That is odd too, as well. Doesn’t happen much in Venice, you have to have the means to do it, and something to hide.”
“What’s goin on?”
“They say Minotaur’s is throwing a gala tomorrow night, as much of a gala as they would throw anyway, to celebrate their re-opening.”
“That was awfully fast.”
“They say some unknown benefactor sent in an army of maids, already wages paid and all, and a bursar bearing a large purse and closed lips.”
“Well that’s odd, but fortunate for them.”
“That’s not half of the odd! They say, you know, that the bursar was in a monk’s robe, but he had grave dirt clinging all over! And his cross was gold.”
“More odd then. What else?”
“The Bursar’s purse contained much gold, but it was all blank. They say.”
“That is odd too, as well. Doesn’t happen much in Venice, you have to have the means to do it, and something to hide.”