Try it. Remember, at seven-thirty. We'll be a little late at
dinner, but never mind; it will be early enough for the club."
Left to my own devices I determined to do a little detective work
on my own account, and not only did I succeed in finding an
acquaintance who agreed to introduce us at the Vesper Club that
night about nine o'clock, but I also learned that Percival DeLong
was certain to be there that night, too. I was necessarily vague
about Kennedy, for fear my friend might have heard of some of his
exploits, but fortunately he did not prove inquisitive.
I hurried back to our apartment and was in the process of
transforming myself into a full-fledged boulevardier, when
Kennedy arrived in an extremely cheerful frame of mind. So far,
his preparations had progressed very favourably, I guessed, and I
was quite elated when he complimented me on what I had
accomplished in the meantime.
"Pretty tough for the fellows who are condemned to ride around in
that van for four mortal hours, though," he said as he hurried
into his evening clothes, "but they won't be riding all the time.
The driver will make frequent stops."
I was so busy that I paid little attention to him until he had
nearly completed his toilet. I gave a gasp.
"Why, whatever are you doing?" I exclaimed as I glanced into his
room.
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