"They'll tell you down at the hospital. Come on."
"The lunatic ward?"
"Don't get jumpy. You won't be in a strait jacket."
"Yeah," Salerno said. "Nice down there. Pretty nurses."
"But—"
"Come on," Fink said, and for the first time a terrifying hardness manifested itself under the surface of his mildness.
Lennox whirled and wrenched himself out of Salerno's grasp. He didn't so much hit him as catapult him back into Fink with a bull thrust. He ran through the arch into the orchestra, whipping the heavy curtain across the arch behind him for cover. He squirmed through an empty row of seats to the center aisle and yelled: "Gabby!"
She turned. Everybody turned and stared through the gloom.
"Out!" Lennox roared. "Out!"
Behind him, Fink called sharply: "Lennox! You'll be sorry!"