“Over here,” Nico called. “I know the girl working the coatroom.” They followed him into a side door and down a heavy-carpeted corridor to the main foyer, where they waited in the shadows while Nico spoke with the coat-check girl. She patted his cheek fondly and slipped him a small object. Nico returned, his face as red as his hair, with a key to one of the vacant boxes. “See?” he said, eyeing Chimdi, a thumb pointed at his own chest. “A delight.”
