The men gathered around him to congratulate him on the decision.
Phil was allowed in the clinic to join them.
"Oh, Cocteau, one more thing," Craig said.
"Yes?"
Craig was fumbling for his own wallet. He extracted a folded card.
"Where would East 71, North 101, Number 4 be?"
"It would have been somewhere here in Old City."
"God! How did the old guy expect me to deliver this message? Old man named Brockman. He sent me a message just before he died in Gravitation. I was to visit his wife."
"Brockman?" asked Cocteau. "You mean Ethel Brockman?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?"