"Because I'm a damned fool," Lennox answered furiously. "All right. I'll take him back to New Haven for you."
"Not New Haven. New York. The Harvard Club."
"A neat one-two. Next time I'll know when to duck. I'll take you both home."
"Not me. Phil."
"You and Phil both."
"That's your price?"
"It's a bargain, Miss Valentine. Snap it up."
"I think I'd better get someone else."
She left the bar. Lennox heaved the red-head up, powerfully but not unkindly, and hauled him to the door. There, an efficient man in black uniform located hats and coats without clues and helped Lennox dress the red-head. Then Lennox dressed himself. When Gabby came to the foyer with three eager admirers, Lennox looked them over and growled: "I'm taking you both home. I'm prepared to fight for it. If you don't believe me get ready for a scene."
Her eyes flashed, but she dismissed the men and got into her coat. Together they took the teacher downstairs in a burning silence and propped him in a cab between them. As the cab drove off Lennox asked: "Why the Harvard Club? He teaches at Yale."