 I got the look and went in fast. Titus! Oh, Mr. Diamond. I'm afraid you're a bit late. The place was a wreck. Titus was half sitting, half lying against the couch. There was blood all over him. Charles Frehley was stretched out on the floor near the towering bookcases. He was looking up, staring, but not saying a thing. Around his throat was a long, white length of cloth. Greed, Mr. Diamond.