BB had a show to finish, but Neal could get a head start. He dressed in black tie, fixing his shirt and heading to the party he'd pinpointed as a possible job site. It didn't take much to get inside, and soon he was walking into the main room of a stuffy country club on the outskirts of London. He was gratified to see that a couple of women turned to stare as he passed by; he tipped his hat a few times before going for a drink. He figured that the champagne would be awful, and was pleasantly surprised when he detected Chateau Rothschild. Not bad at all. This party might work out all right.