“Where’s the book?” he asked Colin. “What book? Your appointment calendar, you mean? It’s right here.” “The book I gave you for Christmas. Why don’t you have it?” “Here?” Colin said, bewildered. “It weighs at least five stone.” There was still no answer. Dunworthy hung up the receiver, snatched up the calendar, and started toward the door. “I expect you to keep it with you at all times. Don’t you know there’s an epidemic on?” “Are you all right, Mr. Dunworthy?” “Go and get it,” Dunworthy said. “What, right now?”
