that man over there?” True asked. The man had very short hair, and his darkly tanned face was drawn, almost skeletal. He wore a sport coat, slacks, and a collared powder blue shirt without a tie. Before him was a plate of raw vegetables, which he picked up a piece at a time and nibbled on, rabbit-like.
“I don’t know him,” Mr. Peregrine said.
“I believe that’s Art Field,” Miss Booth said. “You know, of Field’s Gyms?”
“You certainly are well-informed, Miss Booth,” True said.
“I like to stay on top of things,” she declared. “I live life.”
“Certainly the best thing to live,” Polly agreed.
“Yes,” Miss Booth said as if she were unsure exactly what Polly meant by that.
“He doesn’t look very happy to be here,” True said as he nodded in the direction of Mr. Windsor.
“You can’t please everybody,” Miss Booth said.
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