"I don't know."
"Sam. For God's sake! Everything hangs on this. You—"
"Shut up a minute."
Lennox sat down slowly and chafed while Cooper studied the photostats. Finally Cooper looked up and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Jake. I know I've seen it before, but that's all I can remember. It's like you and the knot. We're both stuck."
"Holy Mother on Mike!" Lennox surged up from his chair and paced the room furiously. He noticed the drink in his hand and hurled it into the fireplace. As it smashed, he turned to Cooper.
"But you'll remember, won't you?" he said. "We've got six days to Sunday. You'll remember."
"I'll try."
"And you'll do it. We'll lick it, won't we, Sam? We'll both fight it, and we'll come out on top Sunday."
"I don't know, Jake. Fight what? Where's top? Fill me in, boy. So far I'm just a bystander."