“No. Take a train. This is part of the deal, or the deal’s off. Be sure he doesn’t lose you. When you buy your ticket at Grand Central, be sure he’s close enough to hear where to, and be sure he makes the train. Take a day coach, no parlor car. He’ll stay at the Worthington too. Keep an eye on him, but don’t let him know you know he’s tailing you. Don’t do any horseback riding or anything to frustrate him. We’ll be there in twenty minutes. Make it as soon after as you can, because I’m busy-”
“Wait a minute! Archie! You’re batty. Have you been there? To Ann’s apartment?”
“Certainly not. No time-”
“Then where did you get that Roy Douglas?”
“Caught up with him before he got there. No time for explanations. See you Saturday, if not before.”
When I got back to the table, the darned fool was having another drink. I called the waiter and paid for it.
Then Roy said, “I can’t do it. I can’t go. I forgot about my birds. I have to take care of my birds.”
Another complication, as if I didn’t already have enough to contend with. I got him out of there and into a taxi, and on the way uptown I managed to sell him the idea that I would get in touch with Miss Leeds before 8:00 in the morning and arrange with her to tend the pigeons. The chief trouble now was that he was more than half lit, and what with that and the shock he had had it was a question how much comprehension he had left, so I carefully repeated all the instructions and made sure he knew which pocket the hundred bucks were in.
At that, he seemed to have things fairly under control when we got out at the Ritz. It worked like a charm. We hadn’t been waiting more than ten minutes when Lily came out, with only three pieces of luggage, which for her was practically a paper bag. As she waited for the taxi door to be opened I saw her get me out of the corner of her eye, and I handed Roy into another taxi, shook his hand and told him I trusted him, and instructed the driver to hang onto the taxi in front at any cost. I stood and watched them roll off.