Thomas Kinkade London painting

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He sipped the Scotch, seeking clarity from inebriation, since he couldn’t find any clarity in sobriety.Ten or fifteen minutes later, still cold sober, he caught sight of Dunny Whistler in the back-bar mirror.Ethan spun on his stool, slopping Scotch fromarmchairs. There, guests could attend high tea every afternoon; and at this later hour, drinks were being served to those who preferred an atmosphere gentler than that in the bar.At a glance, Dunny Whistler couldn’t be seen among the crowd in the drawing room. his glass.Threading his way among the tables, Dunny had almost reached the door. He was not a ghost: A waitress paused to let him pass.Ethan got to his feet, remembered the bells, snatched them off the bar, and hurried toward the exit.Some patrons were visiting from table to table, standing in the aisles. Ethan had to resist the urge to shove them aside. His “Excuse me” had such a sharp edge that people bristled, but the expression on his face at once made them choke on their unvoiced reprimands.By the time Ethan stepped out of the bar, Dunny had vanished.Hurrying into the adjacent lobby, Ethan saw guests standing at the registration desk, others at the concierge desk, people walking toward the elevator alcove. Dunny wasn’t among them.To Ethan’s left, the marble-clad lobby opened to an enormous drawing room furnished with sofas and