DEATH WEARS A MASK
"Eco," I said, "do you mean to tell me that you have never seen a play?"
He looked up at me with his big brown eyes and shook his head.
"Never laughed at the bumbling slaves who have a falling- out? Never swooned to see the young heroine abducted by pirates? Never thrilled at the discovery that our hero is the secret heir to a vast fortune?"
Eco’s eyes grew even larger, and he shook his head more vigorously.
"Then there must be a remedy, this very day!" I said.
It was the Ides of September, and a more beautiful autumn day the gods