She took off her coat and threw it on the bed. Lennox had no intention of losing his coat in that grab-bag. He lurched into the bathroom and carefully hung his burberry in the shower. As an afterthought, he turned the water on. When he came back to the bedroom, both girls were gone. He had a solid drink from his private bottle and wandered down the hall, caroming from wall to wall. He peeped into rooms. A seven-man poker game was in progress in various stages of undress. Three partially draped girls were decorating an oil painting with their lipsticks. Two couples in underwear and aprons were cooking something in the kitchen. Lennox investigated the pot. It contained onions, potatoes and a cookbook. The living room was insane. Some guests were dressed, some were naked, the rest were any stage between. Everyone carried an individual scotch bottle. Lennox searched for his charge. He spoke to three different women before he finally realized he was speaking to Olga. Then he realized he was having difficulty speaking. He was pleased to see that she had not undressed. He was relieved to see that her companion also was dressed. "What?" Lennox asked. "I said," Oliver Stacy repeated, "You're holding that bottle upsidedown." "Am I? Scout's Honor?" Lennox peered. "It's empty," he said with delight. He flung the bottle from him. "Who's that talking to Olga Bunion?" "I'm right here," Olga said. "I'm talking to her," Stacy said. "Could you excusr minute? Most say something utmust p'ortance. Utmust!" Lennox took Olga's arm and tacked up the corridor. She stopped him in a corner and pressed the body against him. "What did you want to say?" she asked. "Wanted warn you." "You wanted to warn me?" He nodded. "Men'll temptyr chastity t'night. Mustnt succumb whilem your chaperone. Your honors my honor. See?" She laughed and explored his mouth with her mouth. "You big old bear you," she said. "Listen," he said. "Listen. I'm rsponsible fyou but you maket pretty tough fme...." Lennox staggered around a door-jamb and fell backwards into a room, carrying Olga with him. They landed on a soft hooked rug. It was some kind of sewing room with a dress form, blanket chest and cutting table. It was empty. Lennox tried to get up. "Why do you keep running?" Olga asked. "Are you afraid of me?" She kissed him again. For the first time he returned the kiss. His hands got busy with the tight sheath of the dress, trying to expose the body. "Stop it," Olga said. Lennox grinned and continued his attempt to extract her body from the dress. She pulled his hands away. "I said stop it," Olga repeated. "Don't spoil it." "Don't worry. Won't hurt th'dress. Zit'zip or hook?" "You're making everything nasty. Stop!" "Oh no. Make everything lovely." "Stop pawing me like that. What do you think you're going to do?"