He stood perplexed, the corner of his mouth twitching, then without another word, he walked out of the apartment. Gabby ran after him. From the door she saw him cross the square and disappear around the corner.
Gabby went up to Jake's room, found an overnight bag and packed it with Jake's clothes. She came downstairs with the bag, took an overcoat from the closet and let herself out of the apartment. At Third Avenue she got a cab.
"Nine hundred East Thirty-third, please," she told the driver.
The cab dropped her before a brownstone apartment house. She rang Aimee Driscoll's bell and the door-release buzzed promptly. Gabby entered the house and climbed two flights with the bag and overcoat. To Aimee, who was standing at the door of her apartment wearing the green and scarlet petuniaed dressing gown, she said: "Good morning, Aimee. I dropped in on my way home."
"Spent the night out, huh?" Aimee answered, looking at the bag. "Naughty-naughty. Come in."
She closed the door behind Gabby who put the bag and coat in a corner and waited.
"Too high class to take a load off in my dump, huh?"
"I was waiting to be asked," Gabby said quietly.
"So I'm asking. Park your high-priced ass."
Gabby sat down on the sofa and looked around. She saw the television set with the framed photograph on top, and her eyes widened at the resemblance of the picture to Lennox. Then she noticed that Aimee was watching her closely.