"What do you think?" Jasfoup deVille held a book in front of Harold's nose, distressingly too close for the purveyor of antiquarian books to read the title. He caught hold of it and backed away.
"I say." Harold stared at the cover, tracing the filigree gold leaf with his little finger. "Where did you get this? I've never even heard of it." He opened up the cover. "Is this hand stitched?"
Jasfoup nodded, his best knowing smile firmly attached to the gesture.
"And gold leaf on the inside too?" Harold took a fresh pair of cotton gloves from his top drawer and buttoned them on. "This...this is handwritten...in Italian. What is it?"
"A cookbook, written in 1596, under the nom-de-plume of Javiol Feldpuse.
"Who was it really?"
"Oh Harold." Jasfoup patted him on the back. "You were never very good with anagrams."