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quite place the architecture. Perhaps the huge structure was some sort of fortress,
maybe even a medieval castle. It looked like some odd combination of the two, but
there was something more to the place, something unpleasant. If, she reflected, you
added a bit of the sort of municipal structure where you had to stand in line for hours
to get your registration renewed—yes, that was the building exactly!

Her feeling of unnameable dread identified, Mrs. Gordon somehow felt oddly at
peace with her surroundings. So what if everything here only showed variations on
shades of gray? Menge's silver suit no longer shone. Even the flowered print of her
dress seemed dulled, as if this place wanted to drain the color away. But all this didn't
upset her in the least.

Now, for some reason, the dreariness seemed to cheer her up.

"Hee," she remarked. "Hee hee hee."

"Mrs. G.," Menge announced with a flourish of his cape. "I would like to welcome
you to our secret headquarters."

Secret headquarters? That certainly sounded mysterious—and important! And Menge
was going to share it specially with her? As mature a woman as she was, Mrs. Gordon
was beginning to feel more like that giddy schoolgirl with every passing minute.

"I am quite overwhelmed, Mr. M."

The man in her life took both her shoulders in his strong hands, and gently turned her
to face him. His pencil-thin mustache quivered ever so slightly as he looked into her
eyes.

"Mrs. G.," Menge purred. "We have known each other for some time, but I have
never asked you a very important question."

She stared back at him. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest. What could this
mean?

He took her right hand in his.

"What is your first name?"

"Why, Mr. M.!" She found herself blushing. In the oddest sense, the question seemed
very personal. She hardly ever used her first name—except with her very closest
friends.

"Antoinette," she replied softly.

"Antoinette?" Mr. M. echoed. "It is a lovely name."

She found herself blushing all over again. But she could not let this deeply personal
moment fade away. She and this handsome, bald man in the silver suit were closer
than they had ever been before, but she felt they could be closer still.