"Enough with the 'alreadys', already, Hymie," said Sadie Moskowitz, "you're treating our guests like a pair of yentas and Jackie Mason you ain't!" at which Kaplan chuckled: "Jackie's antecedents came from Pinsk, mine were from Minsk, so from that make deductions!" and to the visitors: "the locals who use the Penthouse, they're bottom feeders who wanna be Top Dogs: Miranda Holmquist, she's the hyperborean one, genetically speaking, you can tell by the name, she calls herself Catwoman – they all adopted monickers from the Batman stories – Howard Allason, AKA The Penguin, who's a real stuffed shirt, thinks he's a great financial manipulator but doesn't do basic math, and Fred Dinnage or The Joker, yeah, laugh a minute, he's kinda phlogistic, bi-polar, what we used to call manic-depressive; they use this place like a caravanserai, a watering hole, or somewhere to lie up and plan their next misadventure but The Silk Road Gotham ain't; they must pay off someone at City Hall cause no-one ever comes round asking about them, but if you take the situation stochastically, relating apparently unrelated events, a picture emerges – you know those old kids games where you have a plastic tray with square pieces that you slide around? well, that's what we've been doing, oh! and there's a JFK lookalike showed up. but where he fits in the puzzle is unclear," and he paused; "and, of course the two you are interested in, well their set-up is The Ring of Gold, which you know about but also Doubleday Trucking and a reported sighting of the missing Bronx DA, Crystal Shann-Delleer! now you don't know her from nuthin, but my source is unimpeachable on three counts: 1, I've known him all my life; 2, he's worked in the Courts for years and knows Ms Shann-Delleer well; 3, my father was a Rabbi!"