“Thought you might be,” said Duke Harald. And a wave of affection kept him briefly silent. “You got my note?”
“Yes. I decided to give you a full day.”
“And you’ve been sleeping by the phone, no doubt?”
“I was sure you’d call,” said the old man, “before the deadline. Well?”
“Well—I’ve got it.”
“The drug?”
“ The drug,” Duke Harald said. “Now—can you get a car to me?”
“Where, and when?”
“Corner of University and Twelfth Street. At”—he glanced at the clock, calculated swiftly—“ten minutes past one. That’ll give me time for one thing more. And the rain will be falling.”
“You’ll get wet.”