12When I came down Dorothy was sitting over beside the fireplace, looking down into it, a little pale, I thought, but self-possessed. Theodore had Captain Lamb buttonholed in the center of the rug, telling him everything.
“I’ll count on you to clear anything that might boomerang into unfavorable publicity through my headquarters first, Captain,” he was saying as I came in. “They’re officially opened tomorrow morning at 1246 Connecticut Avenue. Or you can always contact me here.”
I looked over at Dorothy. She had her eyes closed, with a kind of infinite hopelessness that was still, I thought, steadying itself for the shock that had to come when we left and Theodore had to face the facts of life. I hoped it wasn’t too late to cancel his lease on 1246 Connecticut Avenue. So far as I could s
