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. Baejling flinched, choked in the gardenia fumes, but he couldn't very well insult the Adonian ambassador.
"Besides," Raoul continued languidly, "this cozy walk will give us a chance to get to know each other better. I have heard rumors to the effect that the hotels on Modena are crawling with bugs."
Baejling stiffened. "I assure you, Excellency, that you are being accorded the finest accommodations--" He stopped suddenly, gave the Loti a penetrating look. "Ah, I... um... believe it would be a fine day for a walk. I must warn you, though, that the traffic noise is terrible. It's sometimes difficult to hear yourself think. You see, Excellency," he added, "everyone walks this time of day. Everyone." He cast a significant glance at the man in the dark suit.
Raoul lifted a plucked eyebrow, smiled. "Perhaps I can be of some assistance."
Baejling looked alarmed. "I don't think that would be wise--"
Raoul ignored him. Releasing Baejling's arm, the Adonian walked rapidly on ahead, his high heels tapping the floor, the silken vest flowing behind him like gaudy butterfly wings. The Little One ambled along after, occasionally tripping over the long hem of his raincoat. Baejling and Krammes, slow off the mark, hastened to catch up.
The man in the dark suit saw the group leaving. He prepared to follow, was suddenly intercepted by Raoul. The Adonian veered, tumed, and walked right up to the policeman, who was staring at him in astonishment
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