"No," Mr. Demise said, "one is plenty. As a matter of fact," he said, "that's the first drink I ever had. Alcohol is one of our finest helpers but we aren't supposed to touch it. Personally I think its intoxicating effect is greatly overrated." * * * * * Reggie leaned forward and there was a peculiar gleam in his eyes. "So that was your first drink, eh?" he asked. "And you don't feel anything?" "Not a thing," said Mr. Demise. "Of course I notice a certain glow, but that's all." "Just a certain glow, eh?" Reggie said. "Thash all," Mr. Demise said. He sat down suddenly. "And my tongue ish a lil' thick." "Well, that's only natural," Reggie said. He mixed another drink and there was a cryptic smile on his lips. "Alcohol is a peculiar thing. One drink will addle a person's wits and the second will act as an antidote. Strange, isn't it?" Mr. Demise rocked slightly in the chair. His coal-black eyes were a bit glazed. "Ish very strange," he conceded. "Possibly you'd like to try the antidote?" Reggie said casually. "Might not be a bad idea," said Mr. Demise. Reggie handed him the second drink and watched contentedly as Mr. Demise drank it down. Mr. Demise set down the glass. "You wush right," he said, slumping against the back of the chair. "Absolutely right. Second drink ish an antidote. Jush what I needed." "Absolutely," Reggie agreed solemnly. Mr. Demise closed his eyes but he opened them almost immediately. He struggled up to a sitting position. "I hash something to do," he muttered. His hand groped into the inside of his coat, returned with the slim black book. "Very important," he mumbled. "First assignment. Can't have any slip ups." Reggie moistened his lips nervously. He eyed the little black book carefully. That might be the way.... "How about another drink, old boy," he said heartily. He mixed one quickly, handed it to Mr. Demise. Mr. Demise took it in his left hand and Reggie deftly plucked the black book from his right hand. Mr. Demise appeared not to notice the exchange. He drank the drink methodically. Reggie tossed the book under a coffee table. Mr. Demise climbed unsteadily to his feet. Reggie took him by the arm. "What say we go out and have a few quick antidotes?" he suggested. Mr. Demise nodded stupidly. He mumbled something unintelligible and allowed Reggie to lead him to the door. Reggie's brain was working at full speed. If he could just ditch Mr. Demise and get back to the book everything might be saved. His idea was sheer brilliance.... * * * * * Their first destination was a bar. Reggie found a cab, shoved Mr. Demise inside and ordered the driver to one of the dozens of friendly bars with which he was familiar.