That was one of the best luncheons I never had. I got stuck with the check, too, but that didn't bother me. I knew Lennox would settle up, once he recovered his sanity ... if he ever did. He started off ignoring Gabby. He just pressed against her as he leaned over to speak to Audibon.
"I beg your pardon, friend. I'm a stranger in town. Would you point out some celebrities, if any?"
"Hello Jake," Audibon smiled. All the Geiger Counters went clickety-click.
"Are you a celebrity?" Lennox inquired genially. "They say that real life vice-presidents can be seen in the flesh, or was it the Altogether?"
"Why sure, son. Got your autograph album? There's Mr. Avery Borden right across from you." Audibon smiled across the restaurant to Avery Borden who also is the original charm-boat. Tall, slender, grizzled hair and hornrim glasses. Mr. Agency. Borden smiled back. Clickety-click. Clickety-click.
"But are you a vice-president?" Lennox wanted to know.
"I'll show you my tax statement," Audibon answered and turned to Gabby.
"I beg your pardon, Miss." Lennox drew back. "Was I leaning on your derriere?"
"I'd have to answer that in French."
"Are you a vice-president?" Lennox asked her. "Answer in English."