CHAPTER 21Five minutes past nine. Down on the first floor the early patrons would be sauntering in through the hallowed portals of the cathedral of fashion. Salesgirls would be excitedly gossiping about Lois Anderson. Five past nine; no word from Sibyl.
He would wait another half-hour; planes could be delayed by fog or head winds.
He made out a check, thinking, Here goes the down payment on the cottage on the not-too-secluded lake in Connecticut. Maybe you ought to put it up to Bob Stolz, have Ambletts advance the cash. No, if the ransom deal went through and the merchandise was recovered, Protex would pay off and Don would get his money back. If it didn’t go through, then the money wouldn’t matter; Edith Forde would never get Timmy back.
Don went to the Luggage Section, borrowed a ligh
