Grabinett was in his corner office eating Danish and coffee and reading Red Channels. There was a stack of mail, Nielsen Reports, _Variety_, _Billboard_, Radio and TV Newssheets on the desk before him. Lennox tore off his coat, revealing that he was still wearing black tie. He flung the coat on a chair piled with bundles of stenciled scripts. Grabinett eyed Lennox with lively hatred and verged on continuing the battle from the night before until his attention was distracted by the dinner jacket. "What's this?" he blinked. "Costume." "You're a panel expert?" Grabinett leaped up in dismay. "Jesus Almighty! Don't tell me A&B sold another panel show to the network. What have they got on Roy Audibon? Do they know where the body's buried?" Lennox didn't bother to answer. He pulled a sheaf of notes from his inside pocket and glanced at them. "What's your schedule this morning, Mel?" "Loaded. I ain't got a minute." "What about Kansas?" "That's up to the network. I got a conference scheduled with Roy Audibon for thissafter." "Haven't you tried anything else?" "What the hell else is there to try?" "I've got an idea." Lennox reached across the desk and picked up Grabinett's phone. He punched buttons until Patsy Lewis, the office operator, answered him in a jaw-clenched Bennington drawl. "Patsy? Jake Lennox. Good morning. You were monitoring that call to Kansas last night?" "Good morning, Mr. Lennox. Yes, I was." "Remember the number?" "Who could forget?" "Get 'em for me, please. Right away." Lennox hung up. "What the Almighty are you up to?" Grabinett cried. He reached for the phone. Lennox reached for his wrist. "Leave go. You know what a call to Kansas costs?" "Less than a lawsuit. Let me try this, Mel. You can bill me for the call if I louse it. Where's that love letter that came yesterday? Get me the file." "Who the hell do you think you are this morning? Jesus H. Napoleon?" "What? Does it show?" Lennox smiled suddenly. "That's the trouble with turning over a new leaf. You do it in the old style and people don't understand." "Are you drunk or something?" Lennox looked at Grabinett keenly. "You're a lot more perceptive than I thought, Mel. Yes, I'm something. Something as high as a kite. And full of New Year's Resolutions." He tapped the sheaf of paper. "My list of good deeds, waiting to be crossed off. Oh!" He looked closer at the list and flushed. "Says here: Section One. People. Relations to. Paragraph One. Grabinett. Attitude toward. Make it up to Blinky for being a louse last night." "What!" "At the theater last night," Lennox said steadily. "I was a louse. Please excuse me. I apologize." "Who the hell are you calling Blinky?" "Oh God!" Lennox groaned. "She's right. It takes practice." The phone rang. He picked it up. It was the Kansas contestant with her husband counseling her on an extension. It was eight o'clock in the morning in Kansas, and bitter cold, but no colder than those two litigants.