"Cut up Christmas," Borden continued firmly. "Had a few more to celebrate.... And then I caught my train." "Didn't I ask you to have dinner with me? I've got a fuzzy recollection of that foolish, headstrong invitation. Did I mention where?" "Have a heart, Jake. I was celebrating myself." "Please help us, Avery," Gabby pleaded. Borden looked at her affectionately. "What do you do, love? Come and work for me." "First show me you're worth an office pinch." "I will now display my giant intellect." Borden considered earnestly. "Let's see.... We were in the cab." "What cab?" "To the station. I gave you a lift." "Wait a minute. Hold the phone. To the library?" "That was your story." "I think I remember. I wanted to check Americana scores for a production number. John Brown's ever-lovin' Body or something. Did I say where I was going to eat?" "Some ungodly place like Chinatown." "At The Yellow Sea?" "It rings a bell." "So...." Lennox nodded slowly. "First the library and then The Yellow Sea. Elementary, my dear Watson. No you don't, Avery. I'll take the check, please." "I'll take my reward," Borden said, reaching for Gabby. "And I'll pay it," Gabby said. "This time I'll give you the lift to the station." After they dropped Borden at Grand Central, Gabby turned to Lennox. "Am I helping?" she asked. "I couldn't be doing it without you." "Are you still afraid of what you're going to find out?" "Yes, but it doesn't make any difference any more. I'm so damned mad at Grabinett and myself that--Were you ever at a _corrida_?" "What's that?" "A bullfight." "Good Heavens! No!" "I used to wonder how the bull felt. Now I know." They entered the library from the 42nd Street side, and as they passed through the turnstile the guard nodded fondly to Gabby who smiled back. "What the hell.... Do they know you here too?" Lennox asked in surprise. "I told you. I get around. He's a nice man but a terrible reactionary." "Looks like the hedonistic type to me." "No, he's too eclectic." "Sweetheart, sometimes you talk just like a pamphlet." "I know. Isn't it awful? My father used to make me study the dictionary. But I practice slang whenever I remember." They turned right through a short corridor lined with illuminated display cases and went into the music room. It was nearly closing time for this department. The bookboys were slamming volumes back into the shelves. There were half a dozen readers at the tables. One librarian minded the desk. "Put him under your thpell," Lennox whispered. Gabby at once walked up to the librarian and gazed candidly into his eyes. "Please.... Do you have any music about John Brown's ever-lovin' Body?" "I beg your--" The librarian was startled, then he recovered. "I'll look, Miss. Please sign the register."