For several minutes they were silent. John thought he saw Brennan give Smith a significant glance.
"By the way, Gallant," Brennan asked, "how is your friend, Consuello?"
"I'm to have dinner with her and Gibson the night he is elected mayor," John replied, remembering Gibson's invitation.
"Who arranged that?" asked Brennan.
"Gibson."
"I'm afraid we're going to spoil your little dinner party," said Brennan, smiling.
"That verse you just recited for me doesn't rhyme if you make it 'three' instead of 'two,'" John countered.
"You win," conceded Brennan. "What time is it getting to be?"
John looked at his watch.