Stiletto
““Mr. Baker to see you, Excellency,” he announced.
Cesare nodded. “Show him in,” he said. He drank his orange juice and got to his feet as Baker came into the dining room.
“Mr. Baker,” he said. “I did not expect to see you so soon again. Do sit down and have some coffee.”
Baker sat down and studied Cesare while Tonio filled a coffee cup and set it down before him. Cesare returned his gaze evenly. “I see you had a little trouble last night,” Baker said.
“I did?” Cesare replied politely. “What makes you say that?”
“The morning papers,” Baker said.
“I did not see them.”
Baker looked at the folded newspaper next to Cesare’s cup. “What’s that?” he asked pointedly.
Cesare looked down at the table. He looked up again at Baker, a faint hint of a smile in his eyes. “The Wall Street Journal. It’s the only paper I read. For business.”
Baker could feel his face flush. He reached in his overcoat pocket and took out a copy of the Daily News. He spread it on the table in front of Cesare silently.
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