Who: Simon Templar and Psycho Mantis What: Our mantidean sybil descends from his ivory tower to meet with a slightly shopworn buccaneer who shamelessly mixes his metaphors When: 5 Jan, night Where: The Hyperion's garden Rating: I see no reason for it to be particularly high, frankly Status: Incomplete
A night as soft and gentle as the proverbial lady's heart; and a voice as soft and gentle as the night, singing something that sounded like a love ballad until the listener noticed the ribaldry of the lyrics. No other sound from the voice's owner, striding silently through the city streets; until the singing stopped, replaced by a brief and stealthy scuffle.
Then Simon Templar sat atop the wall around the Hyperion's garden, swinging his feet, with his hands clasped in his lap; and he looked down with a beatific smile and said: "Hello, sunshine."