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Henry Zack and his client, Tabitha Lynx, arrived promptly at a quarter past ten. Julius, ever a gracious host, had coffee waiting in his office and freshly baked cornetti that had been delivered earlier that morning from his favorite North End bakery. Henry partook in both the Italian croissantlike pastry and the coffee while Lynx appeared too upset to eat anything and barely touched hers. Before their arrival, I had put the odds at less than four percent that Julius would take the case. Julius had only a week earlier earned enough money from the Wilcox investigation to keep him