The opening night of the new Wakefield Supper Club was almost over, and Lily could certainly chalk it up as a success. Now, people were gathering up their wraps and drifting out in little groups, and Aunt Mary had already put on her hat and gloves. She was standing by the door to the cloakroom waiting for Lefty, and turned as she heard a familiar voice speaking anxiously to the cloakroom attendant...