Sublime

more imaginative distance Jefferson could put between himself and Wythe’s

“I don’t consider niggers in the same light as I would a white man,”

Moses’ reputation and that of the institution he did so much to bring to maturity was the final guarantee that the secrecy of its books would remain inviolate.

“You’ve been wearing his Rolex, Nova,” Beckett says around a mouthful of meatloaf. “Honestly. I’m not an idiot.”

And while Moses had maintained that he had harried the club out of existence so mercilessly because its existence conflicted with the public interest, those close to the affair knew differently, knew that his actions were, as the club secretary had said, “sheer spite work.” Recalls Assistant Corporation Counsel Chanler, who handled the case for Mos