Being in a taxi next to Tragg, Tammy was afraid even to breathe loudly, let alone talk. She did not ask him questions, did not discuss or comment on what had happened, and in some elusive way realized that Tragg really liked her behavior. They drove up to Tragg's house. Tammy didn't even try to pretend to herself that she wasn't interested in seeing the boss's apartment. And who wouldn't be interested? So she eyed him curiously. A high cast-iron grate, decorated with a discreet pattern, surrounded the house on all sides. It was crowned with round plafonds of lamps illuminating the approaches to the house. Two lanterns burned on...