You look for a bottle of wine like the one that rattled the fellow at dinner that night.

All the bottles look alike to me. I'm no mastermind.

You're doing all right.

It's no fun there.

Too late for that now, isn't it? Look, uh, why don't you persuade your husband to throw a large shindig, so that he can introduce his bride to Rio's society, say sometime next week?

Why?

Consider me invited, and I'll try and find out about that wine cellar business.

I don't think my husband is interested in entertaining just yet.

The honeymoon isn't over, huh? Don't underestimate your charms, Mrs. Sebastian, you can handle it.

I don't think it's gonna be so easy about you. He thinks you're in love with me.

Well, then, tell him you thought if you invited me to the house and I saw how happily married you were, then the horrid passion I have for you might be torn out of me.

That sounds very logical.

Good, next week then, and get the key. I have to fly up to Berlin, but I'll be back in time.