"Make a bes'damn oxfords inna worl'," he muttered. "On your feet," she said. "Name's Lefty Leftwich an' Icn lick any man inna--" He expired. She pushed and prodded him down the foyer, through the living room and into the bath. He crawled on hands and knees, whimpering dolorously. In the bathroom, she tugged and tussled until she got his clothes off. She threw the clothes into a corner and worried the hulk until it climbed into the tub. Gabby turned the shower on hot. Lennox lay under the deluge, crooning. She took off her pyjama top, got a wash rag and soap and cleansed him thoroughly. Then she turned off the water, placed a giant bath towel on the floor and got him out of the tub and sprawling on the towel. She dried his back, kicked him over and dried his front. Then Gabby harried him to her bed where he lay, prone and catercorner, snoring raucously. She took Jake's clothes to the kitchen and placed them in a carton for the cleaners, first emptying out the pockets. On the table she placed his pocket watch, chain, keys, gimmick book, silver pencil, three dollars in change, one hundred and five dollars in bills, and last of all, a blue envelope stamped special delivery and addressed to "Who He?" in a familiar hysterical handwriting. She stared at that envelope for five ghastly minutes. It was half-past seven. Gabby made coffee, drank it, put on a dressing gown and wandered fearfully around the living room for two hours. At last she went back to the bedroom. Lennox hadn't moved. She picked up the phone and dialed the number of Jake's apartment. She let the phone ring until Cooper answered in an inhuman voice. "Sam," she whispered. "This is Gabby. I've got to see you right away. Can I come up, please?" "Now?" Cooper croaked. "It's very important, Sam. Please. Can I come up?" "What time is it?" "Nine-thirty." "Oh God!" There was a pause. "Got to be at rehearsal by eleven anyway. Come up." Gabby dressed, left a note for Lennox, and went downstairs. On this New Year's Sunday morning The Rock was dead. She found a taxi, still littered with confetti, and was driven north to Knickerbocker Square. Cooper was dressed in slacks and jacket, waiting for her. He offered coffee which she refused and they sat down in the wing chairs in the living room eyeing each other. Gabby was frightened. Cooper looked drawn and twitchy. "Well?" he asked. "Do you know where Jordan keeps the photostats of those letters?" "Why?" "I want to compare them." "With what?" Gabby took the blue envelope out of her purse and showed it to Cooper. "Another one!" he exclaimed. "Where did you find it?" "In his pocket. It hasn't been mailed yet." "But how did he...? Oh. He must have run up against that Knott again. Last night." "Yes?" "He gave it to Jake personally." "Stamped? Marked special delivery?" "Maybe he wanted him to mail it for him. Irony." Cooper stood up and crossed to the piano where he fidgeted with manuscript paper.