The cloud of plaster dust settled and all I could see of him was one hand, slightly crumpled. Not really all that remainedI wanted to take some precautions first. Relax. In the open air now I could hear the sirens for the first timea wonderful sound. This was the bait. By her standards I was a rank amateur. He handed the paper to me and I tore it to pieces. This was a difficult juggling act as I had to hold the case in the same hand as my wineglass, leaving my other hand free to grasp the monstrosity.