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it.) It is all over town. They even know you’re here. They’ll be coming soon—if they’re not already here. I came as fast as I could immediately I heard. Vocalize, you fool. Someone will catch on. Us just standing here .
    â€œYou’re wasting your time,” said Blaine. “No stunning people here tonight. It’s the poorest lot Charline has ever got together.” Peepers!!!!
    Maybe. We have to take our chance. You are on the lam. Just like Stone. Just like all the others. I am here to help you .
    He said: “I was talking to some business lobbyist. He was an awful bore. I just stepped out to get a breath of air.” Stone! What do you know of Stone?
    Never mind right now . “In that case I’ll be going. No use to waste my time.” My car is down the road, but you can’t go out with me. I’ll go ahead and have the car out in front and running. You wander around awhile, then duck down into the kitchen (map of house with red guideline leading to the kitchen) .
    I know where the kitchen is .
    Don’t muff it. No sudden moves, remember. No grim and awful purpose. Just wander like the average partygoer, almost bored to death. (Cartoon of gent with droopy eyelids and shoulders all bowed down by the weight of a cocktail glass he held limply in his hand, ears puffed out from listening and a frozen smile pasted on his puss.) But wander to the kitchen, then out the side door down the road .
    â€œYou don’t mean you’re leaving—just like that?” said Blaine. “My judgment, I can assure you, is very often bad.” But you? Why are you doing this? What do you get out of it? (Perplexed, angry person holding empty sack.)
    Love you. (Board fence with interlocked hearts carved all over it.)
    Lie . ( Bar of soap energetically washing out a mouth .)
    â€œDon’t tell them, Shep,” said Harriet. “It would break Charline’s heart.” I’m a newspaperman (woman) and I’m working on a story and you are part of it .
    One thing you forgot. Fishhook may be waiting at the mouth of the canyon road .
    Shep, don’t worry. I’ve got it all doped out. We’ll fool them yet .
    â€œAll right, then,” said Blaine. “I won’t say a word. Be seeing you around.” And thanks .
    She opened the door and was gone, and he could hear the sound of her walking across the patio and clicking down the stairs.
    He slowly turned around toward the crowded rooms and as he stepped through the door, the blast of conversation hit him in the face—the jumbled sound of many people talking simultaneously, not caring particularly what they said, not trying to make sense, but simply jabbering for the sake of jabber, seeking for the equivalent of conformity in this sea of noise.
    So Harriet was a telly and it was something he would never have suspected. Although, if you were a news hen and you had the talent, it would make only common sense to keep it under cover.
    Closemouthed women, he thought, and wondered how any woman could have managed to keep so quiet about it. Although Harriet, he reminded himself, was more newsman than she was woman. You could put her up there with the best of the scribblers.
    He stopped at the bar and got a Scotch and ice and stood idly for a moment, sipping at it. He must not appear to hurry, he must never seem to be heading anywhere, and yet he couldn’t afford to let himself be sucked into one of the conversational eddies—there wasn’t time for that.
    He could drop into the dimensino room for a minute or two, but there was danger in that. One got identified with what was going on too quickly. One lost one’s sense of time; one lost everything but the situation which dimensino created. And it often was disturbing and confusing to drop into the middle of it.
    It would not be, he decided, a very good idea.
    He exchanged brief greetings with a couple of acquaintances; he suffered a backslapping