Groff leaned out and peered through the mist. All he could tell was that there was water below; how much of it the enigmatic surface did not say.
Mrs. Goudeket puffed up the stairs, a big carton in her arms. "Cheese wafers," she announced. "Somebody open them."
Polly glided to the door, sculptural in her improvised robe, and went down the stairs.
McCue, with the appetite of youth and an athlete, tore open the corrugated cardboard and began gobbling wafers from the first carton he came to.
"Manners, Dickie." Sharon Froman smiled. He swallowed his mouthful convulsively and eyed her.
"Help yourself," he said coldly. "You're no cripple."
"Why Dickie," she purred. "After all we've been to each other!"
Mrs. Goudeket looked up. "What's this?" she snapped.
Sharon looked amused and said nothing.
"I don't know what she's talking about," McCue said. The tone automatically indicted, tried, convicted and sentenced him for unlawful cohabitation. "I'll talk to you later," Mrs. Goudeket promised grimly.