"No," he insisted. "It wasn't revenge. I swear I was trying to spread sweetness and light." He looked at her for the first time with something like focus. "What happened to your right eye? It's all red." "Caught cold in it last night," Gabby said briefly. "How did you manage to get rid of fatal Olga Bleutcher?" "I don't know. We must have gone to parties. Probably I lost her somewhere." "And before you lost her did you--" Gabby stopped. "Did I what?" "Nothing." After a moment Lennox asked: "What time did I pick you up here?" "Around midnight." "That's two hours not accounted for." "We won't try to account for them. We won't even ask Olga." "No. I mean, do you think I ran into Knott while I--" "Forget Knott," Gabby said. "You never ran into him and I don't think you ever will. The whole thing will blow over while we're in Mexico." "What'll Roy do to you if you divorce him?" "To hell with Roy. Now come on, Lefty. It's time to get dressed." "Who's Lefty?" "You." "Since when?" "Since last night. All of a sudden you turned to me and announced you were Lefty Leftwich from Brockton." Lennox grunted. "A comic, that's what I am. A New Year's comic. If you tell me I put on women's hats, I'll hang myself." "You didn't while you were with me. You can check with Olga some other time." "You aren't jealous about Olga?" Lennox asked timidly. "Yes," Gabby said. "I am. I could knock her block off." "But we had that fight, and she pestered me until--" "You listen to me, Jordan Lennox. We'll probably have a lot of fights in the future, but never for a minute imagine they'll give you any excuse to chase other women." She rapped him under the chin with her knuckles. "If I ever catch you, I'll knock your block off too." "All of a sudden you're such a fighter, all of a sudden," he said in awe. "What happened?" "Something." "What?" "I don't fight and tell. Now get dressed." He dressed and admired her for bringing him his clothes. He admired her most for preserving his sacred gimmick book from loss, theft and other catastrophe. As he placed it in his inside pocket and flexed his right arm, Gabby handed him a long white envelope. "This is our expense money," she said. "You had a hundred and eight dollars left from last night. I borrowed another two hundred. We can make bank arrangements in Mexico. Somebody I know at the airport--" "An eclectic Chinaman?" "No." She laughed. "Hasty Hawaiian?" "No. It's a woman I met at a WVL meeting. She got me the tickets on some kind of credit. We can settle up when we get back." "You're leveling about Mexico?" "Of course I am. Now, it's seven o'clock. We have two hours to pick up our tickets and get weighed in. I packed your fortnighter and brought it down. It's out in the foyer...." "By God, you were busy today." "By God, you don't know how busy. All I have to do is finish packing myself. Then we'll start. Wash the dishes, Jake. Oh, and give those pigeons their freedom or something."