"I don't think you should. It's Sergeant Fink's job."
"I'll do it myself," Lennox said stubbornly. "If I louse it, I can always go crying to Fink, but I'm not crying yet. I've got Fink to fall back on, and Sam, if he can only remember where he saw that writing. But that comes later. Right now will you let me out of our date tonight? I want to call Borden and start backtracking now."
"No, I won't," Gabby said. "I'll go with you."
Lennox shook his head.
"I'll go with you," Gabby insisted. "I can help."
"Not in this."
"You'd be surprised the way ladies can help. Anyway I don't want to bail you out of jail. You need a keeper."
"Listen," Lennox said. "I was dirty drunk that night. God knows what I did. God knows where I went. I don't want you finding out things about me. This Knott could turn out to be something so filthy that I—"
The control booth door burst open and banged against the wall. Grabinett stood in the doorway, blinking hideously. Lennox stared at him and then into the booth. The group inside was watching the scene with intense interest. One man was bent over the control panel fiddling with the Gain knobs.
"So it was you," Grabinett sputtered. "It was you all the time, you Jesus Almighty hypocrite!"