"I know. There's something about a phone that always makes me lie. Being invisible, I suppose. Do draftsmen come under the Women's Employment Regulations?" "Why ... there's no such law." "Of course there is. You know the one I mean, sweetheart. You lectured all about it just before I spilled the coffee. Where they have to let women out for five minutes every hour to use the bathroom." "Oh. You mean--" "Where's your bathroom?" "Jordan! For Heaven's sake!" "I can't wait till tonight to see you. I borrowed full drag from Costume. Cloth coat with fur collar. Spike heels. Eugenie hat. I'll meet you in the john. I'll smuggle in brownies and coke. We'll have a spread." Gabby began to laugh. "What do you say?" "Go away. I have to work." "Chicken! How about lunch?" "Darling, I'm sorry. You know I can't. I told you last night." "How about Elevenses?" "Go away." "Tea?" "No." "What do you look like when you work? Smock and beret and a calabash pipe?" "Not nearly so glamorous. More like 'Out Of The Inkwell.'" "Who He?" "The old movie cartoon." "Oh. We'll have to do something about that. I can't hang up." "Neither can I." "Let's be strong." "I don't know how." "I'll count to three. Then we'll both hang up." "Count to ten." "No. Three. That's the way to be strong. Ready?" "Yes." "One.... Two.... What comes after two?" "Ten," Gabby said and hung up. Lennox nodded to himself approvingly. She knew how to tag a scene. He called Robin. "Robin? Jake Lennox. Did Kit pick up my stuff?" "What time is it?" Robin mumbled. "Eleven." "For God's sake, Jake! I'm not up yet." "Did Kit go downtown this morning?" "I think so. Yes. He did. Now get lost. You're stunting my growth." "Can you write?" "I forget." "Well memorize this. A call for 'Who He?' next Sunday. Show-time nine to nine-thirty at the Venice Theater. Pick up your script at the office tomorrow and they'll give you the rehearsal schedule. The job pays two bills. Can you fit it into your schedule?" "Can I!" Robin exclaimed. "Pleasant dreams," Lennox chuckled and hung up. He knew how to pay for a favor. He took a cab uptown, bought a beret and smock in Saks and a calabash pipe in Dunhill's, and had them delivered to Gabby Valentine at Houseways, Inc. Then he went up to the network studios and walked in on the morning rehearsal of "The People Against--" the radio show produced and directed by Ned Bacon, his partner on "Who He?" Bacon was a short, stocky Irishman in his mid forties. He had an impudent boyish face on which he had superimposed an expression of pugnacious cynicism. He seemed to regret that he had not been a bad boy and spent his life making up for it. There is an ancient and honorable association of Fire-Buffs, amateurs who are fascinated by firemen and run after fires. Bacon was a Thief-Buff. He spent his nights on 3rd Avenue running after crooks, cops and crime.