“What am I supposed to think?” she told him. “Are we not Keepers? The only Keepers?”

“But you saw the egg. How can you doubt me?” There was a note of pleading in his voice, of a man who wanted very much to be believed. He was so convincing. Kolabati was sorely tempted to take his word. “Then explain to me what you smell in that bottle.” Kusum shrugged. “A hoax. An elaborate, foul hoax.”

“Kusum, they were there! Last night and the night before as well!”

“Listen to me.” He rose and stood over her. “Did you ever actually see a rakosh these last two nights?”

“No, but there was the odor. There was no mistaking that.”

“I don’t doubt there was an odor, but an odor can be faked—”

“There was something there!”

“—and so we’re left with only your impressions. Nothing tangible.”

“Isn’t that bottle in your hand tangible enough?”

Kusum handed it to her. “An interesting imitation. It almost had me fooled, but I’m quite sure it’s not genuine. By the way, what happened to the contents?”

“Poured down a sewer.”

His expression remained bland. “Too bad. I could have had it analyzed and perhaps we could learn who is perpetrating this hoax. I want to know that before I do another thing.”

“Why would someone go to all the trouble?”

His gaze penetrated her. “A political enemy, perhaps. One who has uncovered our secret.”

Kolabati felt the clutch of fear at her throat. She shook it off. This was absurd! It was Kusum behind it all. She was sure of it. But for a moment there he almost had her believing him.

“That isn’t possible!”

He pointed to the bottle in her hand. “A few moments ago I would have said the same about that.”

Kolabati continued to play along.

“What do we do?”

“We find out who is behind this.” He started for the door. “And I’ll begin right now.”

“I’ll come with you.”

He paused. “No. You’d better wait here. I’m expecting an important call on Consulate business. That’s why I came home. You’ll have to wait here and take the message for me.”

“All right. But won’t you need me?”

“If I do, I’ll call you. And don’t follow me—you know what happened last time.”

Kolabati allowed him to leave. She watched through the peephole in the apartment door until he entered the elevator. As soon as the doors slid closed behind him, she ran into the hall and pressed the button for the second elevator. It opened a moment later and took her down to the lobby in time to see Kusum stroll out the front entrance of the building.

This will be easy, she thought. There should be no problem trailing a tall, slender, turbaned Indian through midtown Manhattan.

Excitement pushed her on. At last she would find where Kusum spent his time. And there, she was quite sure, she would find what should not be. She still did not see how it was possible, but all the evidence pointed to the existence of rakoshi in New York. And despite all his protests to the contrary, Kusum was involved. She knew it.