Again Daphne considered with deep seriousness. "I suppose you could call him that?"
"When will he be back? I want a few more words with him."
"I doubt," Daphne said, "if you will ever see him again."
Lee tried to stand. He made a bad job of it. He swayed and sat down again. She was beside him instantly. "Your head?"
"My two heads."
"Perhaps I can help." Her fingers were cool on his skin; live, soothing, merciful. Lee closed his eyes and was enveloped in a wonderful sense of well-being. Then he realized what seemed like a long time had been only a few moments. But his headache was gone.
He turned on her sharply. "How did you do that?"
"It's very simple." Daphne went quickly to the phone and ordered coffee and orange juice. She put down the receiver, faced Lee, and said, "You wanted to talk?"
"Yes. I have one big fat question. Why?"