The first opportunity he had after the formal congratulations, Lennox whispered: "Sam, I'd never bring it up at this time, but I've got to work fast. I've found out the letters were written to me."
"Letters?" Cooper was bewildered.
"The threats. You recognized the writing. Have you remembered who it is yet?"
Cooper passed his hands over his face. "No, Jake. No. I.... No."
"Listen. I know who's writing them. Knott. The Quaker, the blonde and the knot. Remember? Knott's the name of the writer. Does that ring a bell?"
Cooper shook his head. He didn't appear to be understanding Lennox.
"Between the name and the writing we ought to be able to find him, Sam. Not now, of course, but maybe...."
"Jake. Leave me alone, will you. I can't help you. I'm in a bad way."
"Sure. I'm sorry. Enjoy yourself, boy. I'm cheering in your corner."
Cooper laughed pointlessly and a trifle hysterically. He was so completely unstrung that his first conversation with Gabby hardly made any sense at all. She had waited for a break in the ring around him and then came up to him with outstretched hand. Cooper at once took her to a corner and stared at her distractedly.