Wide dark eyes look directly at her in innocent concern. "Oh, because they are dangerous, dear Inspector. Dangerous in the extreme to everything you— Mm. Well, leave us say they are dangerous, and that is all. But I can make that danger go away. I’m something of a fan, you see. The Cartier Smash and Grab arrests. Wonderful work. Shame about the Waxman, of course, but art is defined by its flaws." Lönnrot pauses. Long fingers reach out, adjust a picture frame on the mantel: a crude wooden square housing an image of a studiously attractive woman in twentieth-century glasses, standing proudly before a huge stack of something that might be multiperf computer printout.