7: Amber
TYRRELL removed the cover from the chafing dish, and revealed yet another egg reposing among pinkish scrolls of fried bacon.
"Ought a man to eat three of them at breakfast?" Gees inquired.
"Hand me your plate," Tyrrell responded, "but you say it's the air again, I'll heave the dish at you."
"It would be a pity to waste that one," Gees observed, passing his plate, "and you couldn't warm up the bacon very well, either."
Later, as he applied himself to toast and marmalade, Tyrrell inquired if he had made any plans for the day.
"Several," he admitted. "As a beginning, if you don't mind my using your telephone, I want a word with Eve Madeleine."
"With who?" Tyrrell asked, obviously startled by the name, Gees conjectured, for he could think of nothing else startling in his reply.
