As relaxed as you delight, Gideon took the pouch and without even opening it said, Oh, the Ambrose Stone. Dont tell me the Boatman of Pondicherry was here. His voice was so topic-of-fact, as if this sort of thing happened everyday. I glanced at Marla hoping she would say a touch to sustain my enthusiasm, but she seemed even less smiling by my news.
Thats right, Gideon,
