thoughthat was gradually healing. Barrett had been around since before the Revolutionary War, giving him a longer perspective on life, and he wasnât above rubbing that in when he thought I needed reminding. Though our case with him was long over, I knew Escott kept in touch. Sometimes the mail would have an embossed envelope with Barrettâs distinctive old-fashioned handwriting on it. The fancy calligraphy was always made by a modern fountain pen, though, not a quill. He wasnât the type to stand fixed in the past.
I should take a lesson from him on that. An idea glimmered in the back of my mind about running off and visiting him and Emily for a week or so. It faded pretty quick. Until Gordy was on his feet I was stuck in Chicago; besides, I couldnât leave Bobbi in the lurch to run Crymsyn by herself.
Escott righted the little lamp; shards of bulb glass dropped from its miniature shade. He used a napkin to sweep the pieces into the ashtray. âYou will recover, Jack. Just not tonight.â
âTomorrow for sure, huh?â
âOf course.â
It was one hell of a lie, but heartening. I wanted to get through the rest of the evening without any more shakes. Laughing had helped. The back alleys in my head knew that, which was why I had Strome tuning the car radio to comedies. Even when I couldnât summon the energy to laugh at the jokes, the desire was there. I wanted more. Unless I could pick up a second broadcast for the West Coast, it was past time to try finding other shows. The best stuff was usually on too early, since I was dead to the world until sunset. I wished there was a way of getting recordings of favorites so I could hear them later. Recording machines were pretty large and cost a fortune, but I did have space upstairs and money in the bank. It would be a legit businessexpense. Certainly Bobbi could find a use for it, maybe doing up sample records to send around to the local stations so theyâd remember her name. The radio shows I wanted would use up a lot of record blanks, though, with only fifteen minutes for each side.
âAnd thatâs a lot of bucks to invest just so I can listen to Fibber McGee and Molly .â
Escott stared. âI beg your pardon?â
I realized heâd not been aboard my train of thought. âNothing. I think Iâm getting better.â
âIf you say so.â
âYou want another brandy? There should have been a waiter up here by now. We shorthanded?â I leaned forward for a look, but all the boys seemed to be at work.
âNo, thank you. I told the fellow who tends this section that I did not want to be disturbed for the remainder of the evening unless I specifically signaled him. I had the idea that you might prefer some privacy once back from your errand with Strome. He was rather grim of visage when you two left.â
âI didnât know that youâd seen us.â
âYes, I was just coming into the lobby as you went out front door, and it took a great deal of restraint on my part not to dash after to find out what was afoot.â
âWhy didnât you?â
âYou actually appeared to be concerned about something. I wasnât about to step into the middle of that. It was time you showed signs of life. Whatever the crisis, I thought it could only do you good to get out and deal with it. Perhaps slamming a few heads together would wake you up a bit.â
âYou knew itâd be like that?â
âGiven Stromeâs place in the organization, he would onlyengage you in something really important, and given the nature of the organization itself, most crises tend to be of a violent nature. However, I would never have suspected Mr. Krounâs direct involvement. I understand heâs rather high up in the ranks.â
âYou know anything about him? Just in case heâs not sensible and tries to surprise me with a bullet.â
Escott looked at his pipe as though
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