"What? No. He's not in. I don't know where you can get in touch with him...." "He's at my place," Gabby said. "Wait a minute. I do know where he is. He--" "Who's calling?" Gabby asked. "Who is this? What? Driscoll? Aimee Driscoll?" "I'll take it," Gabby said with determination. She seized the phone. "This is Gabby Valentine, Aimee. What do you want?" "I want to talk to your boyfriend, sister." "What about?" "A man named Knott." "You're wasting your time. That was a lie you told us Thursday night ... a cruel malicious lie." "Sure." Aimee laughed and Gabby could picture the hand covering the teeth. "Only now it happens I know what plays. I know who this Knott really is." "That's another lie." "Not this time, doll. I seen him write the letter. In front of my eyes. And what's more, I got the letter. So if Mr. Three-names wants to get it squared off, tell him he better come down and see me this morning. And tell him I ain't settlin' for no lousy TV set neither!" Gabby hung up and looked at Sam. "She's got the letter." Cooper shook his head. He was dazed. "We've got to get it from her, Sam." "Yes, I--" He looked at his watch. "I have to go to the theater." "Sam!" She took his arm and shook him. "We've got to get that letter." He stood perplexed, the corner of his mouth twitching, then without another word, he walked out of the apartment. Gabby ran after him. From the door she saw him cross the square and disappear around the corner. Gabby went up to Jake's room, found an overnight bag and packed it with Jake's clothes. She came downstairs with the bag, took an overcoat from the closet and let herself out of the apartment. At Third Avenue she got a cab. "Nine hundred East Thirty-third, please," she told the driver. The cab dropped her before a brownstone apartment house. She rang Aimee Driscoll's bell and the door-release buzzed promptly. Gabby entered the house and climbed two flights with the bag and overcoat. To Aimee, who was standing at the door of her apartment wearing the green and scarlet petuniaed dressing gown, she said: "Good morning, Aimee. I dropped in on my way home." "Spent the night out, huh?" Aimee answered, looking at the bag. "Naughty-naughty. Come in." She closed the door behind Gabby who put the bag and coat in a corner and waited. "Too high class to take a load off in my dump, huh?" "I was waiting to be asked," Gabby said quietly. "So I'm asking. Park your high-priced ass." Gabby sat down on the sofa and looked around. She saw the television set with the framed photograph on top, and her eyes widened at the resemblance of the picture to Lennox. Then she noticed that Aimee was watching her closely. "Pretty crappy, huh?" Aimee asked. "Not what your kind is used to." "The trouble with you is you're old-fashioned," Gabby said directly. "That chair's brand new modernistic. And what about the TV set? Nothing old-fashioned about that."