"I deny that."
"They ever heard. Mr. Hamburger invited you to go bear hunting with him in the Adirondacks. A man called The Chief wanted to take you skeet-shooting. There was a rifle club here and they asked you to join. A bank guard wanted to introduce you to his sister but you told him you were married."
"Ve'y populah man, Missa Lenn—Missa Fox," the Shroff beamed.
"I sound like the Life of the Smoker," Lennox groaned. "Was there anybody here named Knott?"
"Nope," the Killer called from the counter. "Nobody named Knott. But here's the guy you left with."
"I left with somebody? That's a break. I was afraid this would be the dead-end."
"Fella named Norman. Eugene K. Norman up on 126th Street. Says here: Care of The Midnight Sun."
"The Midnight Sun ... whatever that is. Looks like I put in a busy Christmas Eve. God rest ye merry gentlemen. Leave us hit the road."
"You going up there now?" the Killer inquired.
"We'll have to."