"I am unworthy of knowing much. As yet I am hardly an initiate."
A waiter brought the coffee and departed. Daphne poured from the silver pot. "Is there anything else I can do?"
"I think you've done enough. And I'm grateful. I haven't got the least idea as to reasons—but I'm grateful."
"I'll be at the Lotus Room if you want me."
Daphne picked up her coat, smiled at Lee, and started toward the door. As she extended her hand toward the knob, Lee said, "Just one more thing."
She turned. "Yes?"
"Before I passed out, there was something this Clifford said. Something about my being ready to meet the man with the golden eyes. What kind of gibberish was that?"
Daphne hesitated. For the first time, she seemed at a loss for an answer.
Lee asked, "Was it just my imagination?"
"No."