"I get around," Gabby smiled. "Now, Mr. Borden...." "Call me Avery," Borden cooed. "Call me Avery and I'll miss my train." Mr. Agency was turning all his powerful charm on Gabby. He was a remarkably young fifty, tall and slender, and looked so much like Roy Audibon that Lennox glared at him. "Please don't," Gabby said in alarm. "I get train fever. My heart's beginning to thump now." "Show me." "You can feel my pulse." "With your permission, Jake?" "I could shoot you both and no jury would convict." "I'm pleading the unwritten law too." Borden took Gabby's wrist and held it delicately. "What law is that?" she asked. "Open season on chicks like you." "You see?" Gabby said to Lennox. "I'm fatal. Have I got him hypnotized?" "He's under your thrall all right. Thrall?" "Thpell," Borden said. "We want a favor from you," Gabby said, "Will you help us?" "Anything short of missing my train." "What did Jordan do when he was here with you Saturday evening?" "He drank." Lennox nodded gloomily. "She knows that, Avery. We're looking for something else." "Checking up on him?" Borden asked Gabby. "For the parole board." "He raped the cashier, murdered the boss, kidnapped their child and sold it to Procter & Gamble," Borden said promptly. "Obviously not the man for you. But I'm noble." "I can see the blood royal in your eyes. Did Jordan talk to anybody except you?" "Are you kids serious?" Gabby nodded and melted Borden with her dark, candid gaze. "We're looking for a man named Knott," Lennox explained. "I met him somewhere Saturday night and he's been giving me a hard time with threatening letters. I've got to find him and square it off." "Did Jordan talk to anybody except you?" Gabby repeated. "No, Miss V. He didn't," the bartender put in. "It wasn't crowded that night. I remember." "Thank you. You're very kind. Does anybody named Knott ever come in here?" "Not that I know of, Miss V." "Do you know any characters named Knott?" Lennox asked Borden. Borden was confused. "I thought you knew him." "I don't. I'm trying to trace him." "Try the phone book." "I already. There's twelve Knotts on The Rock alone. None of the names look familiar. God knows how many more there are outside." "Maybe this Knott don't have a phone, Miss V.," the bartender suggested. "Lots of people don't." "Thank you," Gabby smiled. "Can I buy you a drink?" "Oh no, Miss V." The bartender looked at her fondly. Lennox glared at him and then asked Borden: "Did I mention the name after I got plastered?" "Man, you started plastered. No, you didn't mention the name." "What happened Saturday? Take it from the top." "Well.... We left rehearsal around five. Came over here. Cut up the show. Had a few drinks to celebrate. Cut up the business. Had a few more. Cut up Christmas...." "I deny that." "Who's remembering this?" "I'm a wholesome American boy. I never said a word against Santa Claus."