Lennox shook his head. "Did I talk to anybody else at the bar before we left? A man named Knott?"
"No. No othuh man."
"Did you see anybody write in this notebook when I wasn't looking? Did I leave it around on the bar?"
"Ah? Excuse me?"
"We're trying to find someone who wrote something bad in that book, Mr. Fu," Gabby explained. "It happened last Saturday."
"So?" The Shroff's eyes became shrewd. "Man named Knott, yes? That why you ask?"
"Exactly."
"You ah only one who use book, Missa Lennox. I know."
"Well, that's that," Lennox muttered.
"Could it have happened where you fenced?" Gabby asked.