He had the book gift-wrapped with the appraisal enclosed (as was the custom) and slotted it to Maria Beaumont’s house. Twenty minutes later came the reply: "Darling! Darling! Darling! I thought you’d forgoten (evidently Maria had written the note herself) little ol sexy me. How 2 divine. Come to Beaumont House tonite. We’re having a party. We’ll play games from your sweet gift." There was a portrait of Maria centered in the star of a synthetic ruby enclosed in the message capsule. A nude portrait, naturally.