The outburst put a wide smirk on Edgeworth's lips. It persisted as he settled his bill, left his waiter a sizable tip, donned his long black overcoat and gathered his briefcase. It didn't fade until he paused on his way out to look the pair over one last time.

"A word of advice, Mr. Siegel." The way he said it, he might as well have been calling him 'boy.' "A man should be very selective with the people he deems friends. Anyone who might lead you to a bad end probably doesn't have your best interests at heart."

He didn't give either of them a chance to respond before he disappeared, and the jingling of the bell above the door followed him out.