"It sounds delightful," Altair agreed. "Well, since you don't have much time before the exhibition, I won't keep you." He reached into his pocket, but instead of producing a feather, he handed Drake a card between two fingers. It was his calling card, on which was printed his name, home address, and network address. "I think we ought to become... better acquainted. Do call, when you've got a couple hours to spare."