"Remember the number?"
"Who could forget?"
"Get 'em for me, please. Right away." Lennox hung up.
"What the Almighty are you up to?" Grabinett cried. He reached for the phone. Lennox reached for his wrist.
"Leave go. You know what a call to Kansas costs?"
"Less than a lawsuit. Let me try this, Mel. You can bill me for the call if I louse it. Where's that love letter that came yesterday? Get me the file."
"Who the hell do you think you are this morning? Jesus H. Napoleon?"
"What? Does it show?" Lennox smiled suddenly. "That's the trouble with turning over a new leaf. You do it in the old style and people don't understand."
"Are you drunk or something?"
Lennox looked at Grabinett keenly. "You're a lot more perceptive than I thought, Mel. Yes, I'm something. Something as high as a kite. And full of New Year's Resolutions." He tapped the sheaf of paper. "My list of good deeds, waiting to be crossed off. Oh!" He looked closer at the list and flushed. "Says here: Section One. People. Relations to. Paragraph One. Grabinett. Attitude toward. Make it up to Blinky for being a louse last night."