And that’s how it was.
It was over an hour after, when we got down to the first stage of making plans and wondering what we were going to do, that I remembered Kennedy. Why I hadn’t remembered that guy before beat me. Right there I had the solution to everything.
I said, “I’ve got the place. You’ll be tickled to death with it.”
She said, “Where?”
And I told her. She sat there, her eyes rather wide, not saying anything until I had finished. Then she shook her head. “No, Nick, we couldn’t go there.”
I got off the bed. “You don’t know the place,” I said. “You wait until you’ve seen it.”
She put out her hand. “No, I mean that. I couldn’t meet any one just yet.”
“I ain’t asking you to meet any one. No one will be there. Kennedy will be away. We’ll have it to ourselves.”
When I said that she relaxed. “You must make sure,” she said.
After four unsuccessful ’phone-calls, I tracked the Colonel down and I told him how things were. Kennedy was an all-right guy. He was mighty pleased.