"It's very simple." Daphne went quickly to the phone and ordered coffee
and orange juice. She put down the receiver, faced Lee, and said, "You
wanted to talk?"
"Yes. I have one big fat question. Why?"
"Why?"
"Don't evade--please. You know what I mean. I was lying drunk in the
gutter. This man picked me up and put me here. Why?"
"Perhaps you are more important to humanity than you realize."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because Mr. Clifford concerns himself with humanity."
Lee felt a quick exasperation. Daphne seemed perfectly willing
to answer any question he asked, but her answers were about as
enlightening as midnight in a dark closet. He sought a different tack.
"Tell me about these Great Ones."
"I'm afraid I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because I know so little about hem."
"They don't tell you much, then?"
"I am unworthy of knowing much. As yet I am hardly an initiate."
A waiter brought the coffee and departed. Daphne poured from the silver
pot. "Is there anything else I can do?"
"I think you've done enough. And I'm grateful. I haven't got the least
idea as to reasons--but I'm grateful."
"I'll be at the Lotus Room if you want me."
Daphne picked up her coat, smiled at Lee, and started toward the door.
As she extended her hand toward the knob, Lee said, "Just one more
thing."