front of it a half-dozen very attractive females on stools showed a good bit of upper thigh as they sipped what in Jack & Charleyâs establishment at 21 West Fifty-second Street would be called martinis. There were eight or so men at the bar, all wearing suits and ties, most of them ogling the lady drinkers.
Phil and G. Lincoln took seats at the bar. G. Lincoln was kind enough to order for the both of them. âA double Famous Pheasant, two ice cubes, water on the side, and a Coca-Cola. Run a tab.â
Before the drinks could be served they were joined by an Asian gentleman who looked like a midget sumo wrestler in a suit.
âHow goes it, Geronimo?â he asked. âHowâs everything in the olâ teepee?â
â EXPLETIVE DELETED!! you, Fu Manchu,â G. Lincoln replied.
âWho is this boy?â the minuscule Asian gentleman asked, pointingto Phil. âAnd more to the point, whatâs he doing in here with the adults?â
When he pointed, his suit jacket opened to the point where Phil could see something he recognized as the butt of a 1911A1 Colt semiautomatic pistol. He naturally wondered what a man so armed was doing in the German-American Gospel Tract Foundation building.
âHe is a newcomer, freshly arrived to labor beside us doing the Lordâs work.â
âPraise God! As He knows, we need all the help we can get. Unless, of course, you are pulling my leg, as you have a lamentable EXPLETIVE DELETED!! tendency to try to do.â
âI am not. With the Almighty as my witness, this is CIC Administrator Philip Wallingford Williams the Third . . .â
At least he didnât call me Holden!
â. . . who prefers to be called Holden,â G. Lincoln concluded.
âWell, Iâll be a EXPLETIVE DELETED!! monkeyâs EXPLETIVE DELETED!! uncle!â the Asian gentleman declared. âLooking at you, I never would have guessed you might be one of us. How old are you, Holden?â
âSeventeen, sir.â
âWell, my boy, donât let anyone look down on you because you are young. Thatâs First Timothy, Chapter four, Verse twelve, so you can take it to the bank. But on the other hand, I canât help but wonder how olâ J.C. Three is going to react when he sees who has been sent to assist us.â
âI suspect the PL is going to keep Holden hidden from olâ J.C. Three as much as possible,â G. Lincoln said.
âOne never really knows what the PL will do, does one?â the diminutive Asian gentleman observed. âEspecially if heâs had a couple of belts of Old Bushmills.â
Curiosity overwhelmed Phil, and he disobeyed G. Lincolnâs order not to ask questions.
âWhat are you talking about?â he asked.
âAh, the innocence of youth!â the Asian gentleman said. âOld Bushmills, my son, is the modern version of what Saint Patrick and his fellow monks called
aqua vitae
, which meansââ
âWater of Life,â Phil interrupted. âI know my Latin. What I want to know is who is the PL and who is olâ J.C. Three?â
âGeronimo, when had you planned to bring Holden up to speed on those matters?â
âNow is as good a time as any, I suppose,â G. Lincoln said. âBut why donât we let Holden buy us a libation before we get started?â
âEvery once in a great while, Geronimo, you do make a good suggestion.â
The waiter was summoned. G. Lincoln ordered âanother just like thisâ and after being advised what that meant, the overweight Asian said, âThat will do nicely for me, too.â
Whereupon the waiter turned to Phil and asked, âAnd for you, sir?â
âHolden,â the midget sumo wrestler then quoted, ââMy son, if sinners entice you, do not give in to them.â Proverbs one:ten.â
âIâll bear that in mind,â Phil replied. âI will have the same, please,