The Shroff beamed around. "I fohget," he said.
They burst out laughing. They hooted and groaned with laughter as they lurched down the street to the Killer's car. There they parted affectionately from Norman who presented each of them with an engraved card that read: Eugene K. Norman, The Midnight Sun, Technique of the Terpischore, Living is Elation and Elation's Syncopation.
"Come to the show Sunday," Lennox called after him. "The Venice Theater at nine o'clock. Ask for Jordan Lennox." He issued the same invitation to the Shroff and the Killer.
"What show?" the Shroff asked.
"A television show called 'Who He?'"
"Who's Jordan Lennox?" the Killer inquired.
"Him," Gabby said. "His pen name. A one and a two and a zig-zag-zig." They piled into the car. "Are we through, Jordan? Have we failed?"
"You seem pretty cheerful," Lennox laughed.
"I am. So are you."
"Must be hysteria. I'm so loused up now that I don't give a damn any more."