"Didn't they leave any other messages?"
"No."
Winters sniffed the invitation but didn't detect any scent.
He held the invitation in his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Before morning, I'll find out what this John H. Shylock Trading Company is all about. If they send someone else, try to keep the messenger here until I return."
"Alright."
"How is the bidding going?" Winters asked Anna, "Still smooth?"
Anna smiled brightly: "Of course."
...
On the third day of the "reverse auction," nothing happened still.
At dinner time, Berlion served up a stew brimming with sauce. He mysteriously refused to reveal what it was, simply inviting Winters and Anna to taste it first.
Winters observed that the chunky objects in the plate should be translucent, smothered in sauce. They looked somewhat like boiled radishes but smelled like some kind of meat.