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Finally a compromise was reached that was neither too unacceptable to the graf nor too outré for Judah’s sense of fashion. The head salesman, with great relief, promised to have the clothes made up to the graf’s measurements and delivered to the villa within a day. That matter settled, the graf’s party left the shop and started the drive back to their villa. They found, though, that they would have to take a detour because a broken water main had temporarily closed a number of streets. Judah and Vida were instantly suspicious of the circumstance, and kept extra alert as they drove. The car ended up traveling through some of the poorer sections of the city. Buildings were rundown, people wore rags, drunks and drug addicts slept in the gutters. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Graf Hanforth was