He looked down. Cooper was standing there, grinning. "Three down from the drums. With a guy in hornshell glasses."
Lennox glared at Cooper, challenging derision, then stared at the dance band. He found her and murdered the man in the spectacles. Without moving his eyes he asked: "Who is she?"
"Don't know."
"I've got to meet her."
"Grab her after this dance."
"I've got to be introduced."
"Come on, Jake! This isn't the nineties."
"I want to be introduced. Can you swing it?"
"I can try."
Cooper departed. Lennox remained where he was, watching the girl as the man in the hornshell spectacles whirled her out to the middle of the floor. The dance ended, the couples applauded languidly and shuffled. Lennox looked around desperately for Cooper. When he turned back to the dance floor he had lost the girl again. Before he could get panicky he saw her as the music started. She was alone on the floor, walking toward him, with square shoulders and lazy arms and hips. He could not believe his eyes. She came directly to the library stairs, stepped up and held out her hand. Lennox took it and felt both of them tremble slightly.