Sebastian and Marcus Taggard sat in the library of the Tag-<br >gard gray stone town house， brooding. While waiting for<br >Celia， they made conversation about this and that--the new<br >customers of The House of Uni， the new clients Marcus was<br >getting as a broker for a large Wall Street firm. No hint of<br >the latent bitterness between them was evident， since good<br >manners were as much a part of them as their male good<br >looks and the air of knowing they were welcome anywhere<br >that marks the born aristocrat.<br > "Tell me again， Father. Exactly what is my lawbreaking<br >sister pulling this time?" Marcus asked， glancing at the six<br >blank CRTs resting side by side on a parsons table. The CRTs<br >were all wired to an IBM AT computer.<br > "It s not a bad stunt." Sebastian chuckled. "If she can<br >pull it off. She s going to try to break the Northbie code so<br >we ll be able to see the same six faces on those screens"--he<br >gestured toward the CRTs--"as our old friend Maurice<br >Wheelock， the auctioneer， will see. It helps to watch the face<br >of the person you re bidding against."<br > "Like getting inside information on a stock." Marcus<br >rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Good for Celia. She promised<br >me a show. I hope she delivers."<br > "I ll deliver，" Celia called out as she entered the room，<br >gliding toward her father and brother. She was wearing a sari<br >of shimmering green brocade embroidered with gold sequins<br >and gold thread. Tightly wrapped around her hips and thighs，<br >it followed the flow of her body as she moved across the floor<br >more elegantly than any model in a fashion show. A triple<br >strand of Burmese pearls swayed with her every step.<br > Marcus applauded. "You get this year s award for the best-<br >dressed computer hacker."<br > "Thank you. All compliments are gratefully accepted.<br ><br ><br >