"Mr. Lennox," the doorman called in his deaf voice. "Man here for you. Mr. Fink or such."
"Be right out," Lennox answered. He showed his teeth to Cooper. "Wait here. I've got a surprise for you."
He ran out to the stagedoor foyer. Fink was standing there with his swarthy colleague, Salerno.
"He's in the green room," Lennox said. "This way."
"Just a minute," Fink smiled. "Who's in this green room?"
"Guy who was writing the letters. You were right, Bob. It was Cooper. Sam Cooper who lives with me. Look at this." Lennox waved the telephone slips. "I found them in his pocket. It's the same writing. You see? You see, Mr. Salerno? Come on."
"Oh Jesus," Salerno grunted.
"Come out to the car a minute," Fink said.
"What for?"
"To talk."