She picked up a sketch-pad and pencil from the bed table and looked at him. Lennox spoke as though each syllable were acid on his lips. "Aimee Driscoll. 900 East 33rd Street." Suddenly he burst out: "There's worse. There's going to be worse to remember!" She came to him and took his face in her hands. "This isn't a moment, is it?" "No," he said. "Please God, darling.... No." He pulled her down alongside him and kissed her until he plunged into a darkness which he did not fear. CHAPTER IV Four o'clock in the morning after Christmas I was trying to see how many different ways I could type NOW IS THE TIME FOR ALL GOOD MEN TO COME TO THE AID OF THEIR PARTY when my phone rang. I was indignant but I had to find out who'd be calling at that hour. I picked up the phone. Lennox was on the other end. "Kitten? Jake Lennox." "What are you calling for?" "Are you working?" "No. I'm hung up on a script." "Then I'm not interrupting. I want a favor." Jake was always direct on the horn. "I'll tell you first, then you can say yes or no." "Shoot." "I think I left my gimmick book in the apartment of a woman named Aimee Driscoll, 900 East 33rd. I can't get it myself." "Why?" "Just listen, Kit. I need somebody I can trust to go there and pick it up for me first thing in the morning." "Don't you trust Cooper?" "I can't locate him." "Isn't he home?" "No. You ask too many questions, Kitten." I admit I'm curious. That's how I got my nickname; but I'm always annoyed when anyone throws it up to me. "Ask Cooper when he comes home," I said. "And that's not a question." "I can't." Lennox sounded a little strained. "That's why I'm asking you. Yes or no." "Do I owe you a favor?" "No." "Then I'll do it." "As soon as possible, Kit." "Nine o'clock in the morning." "Thanks. Meet me in Grabinett's office at ten." "Can't you wait a few hours, Jake? Ten's too early." "Why?" "It's like this. If I stay hung up I'll have to research in the library for an idea. I can pick up the book first thing, but then I'd like to get a few hours work done in the Reading Room." "Right. Reasonable. Twelve o'clock?" "Yes." "Meet me at Sabatini's. I'll spring for a drink." "Sabatini's at noon. What's that noise?" In the background I could hear sound. I listened hard. It was music. Delius. "Oh. I almost forgot," Lennox said. "I left a coat too. My burberry. Will you latch on to it, Kit? Thanks. Goodnight." He hung up hastily. I went down the hall and looked into the bedroom. My wife was still up, reading. Robin has straight straw-colored hair and is stacked like a Swede acrobat, a fact which always made me nervous where Lennox was concerned.