"You mention me?"
"No. I'm working this out on my own. Let's see if we can't put it together, Aimee. I left Harlem and wandered down here. We met and went to a music store and bought the set. Right?"
"It was around half past one," Aimee said grudgingly. "That place on Forty-second and Third. They was closed and doing up their accounts. You banged on the door until they let us in."
"Thanks. Then what happened? We took the set up to your place?"
"You got a hack and put it in. We must of hit a dozen joints on the way. Then we ate. We didn't get home until light."
"Did we meet anybody named Knott? Did I talk to anybody named Knott? Did you see anybody write anything in this notebook of mine?" Lennox pulled the book out of his pocket and displayed it.
"You're really leveling with this, huh?" Aimee said slowly. "You're really suffering, huh?"
"Yes."
"This Knott wrote something in your book?"
"He did."