“He’s a shrewd cookie, Philly Nine, always
was. Mad as a hatter, too, of course.”
“I
see.” Jane sat down on a desperately
fragile Tang-dynasty vase, the molecular structure of which Kiss was able to
beef up just in the nick of time. “So
he’s dangerous.”
“You might say that,” Kiss responded, spitting out apple pips, “if you
were prone to ludicrous understatements.
If midwinter at the South Pole is a bit nippy and the Third Reich was, on
balance, not a terribly good idea, then yes, Philly Nine is dangerous. Apart from that, a more charming fellow you
couldn’t hope to meet. Plays the
harpsichord.”
(from Djinn Rummy
by Tom Holt)
8½*/10. The full review is here.
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