Phil winked at her, lightly touched the brim of his hat (today, it was a newsboy cap), and said, “There was, m' lady.” He followed that with a big smile, which she almost reciprocated.
“This particular musketeer-hunting ghost killer mentioned a comrade-in-arms that he'd worked with on his pursuits, a guy named Alexander DuPont. He said DuPont had moved on to America, and I recalled seeing the name on some other stuff.” Phil pointed toward the ceiling, I assume to punctuate his victory. “And, I remembered what box it was in!” He was very pleased with himself, but Billy twirled her finger around, another one of her less-than-polite ways to say “move it along.” Phil smiled in response to her. “Okay, don't get yourself all worked up there, Billy.” Another wink.
“So in the mid-1960s, this DuP
