It smacked of age, his ultimate displacement by youth.
It cut and hurt.
One morning, after a peculiarly exasperating night of thought concerning her, he said to young Kennedy: "I have a suggestion for you.
I wish you would get this elevator man you are working with down there to get you a duplicate key to this studio, and see if there is a bolt on the inside.

Let me know when you do.

Bring me the key.

The next time she is there of an evening with Mr.Gurney step out and telephone me." The climax came one night several weeks after this discouraging investigation began.

There was a heavy yellow moon in the sky, and a warm, sweet summer wind was blowing.