here.”

    “t murdering ic must olen t illustration, upon whe gold was applied,” I said.

    “You  told us w be.”

    “My late Enis yet completed text. icipating my s completion.”

    “My dear c explained anbul.”

    “It’s been one er Elegant Effendi was killed.”

    “You mean to say t your Enisrating an unten—a nonexistent—manuscript for an entire year?”

    “Yes, sir.”

    “o you o recount?”

    “Precisely an stated ed: A book t depicted trike terror into t of tian Doge by sary strengtogeted ended to be a book recounting and depicting t valuable, most vital aspects of our realm; and just as reatises on Prait of Our Sultan uated at t of trations yle using Frankisian Doge and his desire for friendship.”

    “I’m a, but are trees t valuable and vital aspects of ted uring  trations.

    “My Enis in peace, insisted t t Our Sultan’s  ual and moral strength his hidden sorrows.”

    “And Our Sultan’s portrait?”

    “I  seen it. It’s probably .”

    My late Eniso tatus of a man  treasurer deemed ruggled to complete a book reasurer t and untrusto marry Eniser, or for some oto sell off t my case  to be closed, so speaking nervously and  of my strengtried to clear my name: I told  my Eniso me t one of ter miniaturists ’ve murdered poor Elegant Effendi. Keeping my declaration brief, I told e suspected Olive, Stork or Butterfly. I neit mucer treasurer considered me not a base slanderer and a foolish gossip.

    Finally, I ed  conceal tails of