"Not altogether," Gabby said. "Haven't you accosted me before?"
"I hardly think it possible. I just got out of stir."
Gabby clapped her hands. "Of course I know you. You're famous. They wrote you up in the Calabash Chronicle."
"The Calabash King." Lennox nodded modestly. He leaned across her again, his hand groping for hers. "Are you in this here theaterical game, Mister? I hear you're all pretty fly. Bohemian. Stay up all night and drink like sixty. Is it true? Speak."
"Oysters," Audibon told the waiter. Clickety-click went the smile. "We smoke too, sonny. And ride bikes no-hands."
"I'll bet my father can lick your father."
"The hell he can. My father's a cop."
"What have you got, Meccano or Erector Set?"
"Meccano."
"Yahh!" Lennox sneered.