He took a breath. "I'm afraid to break this moment. I'm remembering what happened two hours ago."
She shook her head emphatically.
"But I.... But something's got to be written down before I forget it again. Someone has to go somewhere and get something for me."
"I'll go," Gabby offered.
"No," Lennox said sharply.
She picked up a sketch-pad and pencil from the bed table and looked at him. Lennox spoke as though each syllable were acid on his lips. "Aimee Driscoll. 900 East 33rd Street." Suddenly he burst out: "There's worse. There's going to be worse to remember!"
She came to him and took his face in her hands. "This isn't a moment, is it?"
"No," he said. "Please God, darling.... No." He pulled her down alongside him and kissed her until he plunged into a darkness which he did not fear.
CHAPTER IV
Four o'clock in the morning after Christmas I was trying to see how many different ways I could type NOW IS THE TIME FOR ALL GOOD MEN TO COME TO THE AID OF THEIR PARTY when my phone rang. I was indignant but I had to find out who'd be calling at that hour. I picked up the phone. Lennox was on the other end.