Slick thought about it for a moment as though trying to pinpoint it exactly.It was mid-morning of the day that we had the picnic in Dupont Circle. About ten thirty. Well, I didnt carry a stop watch. Yeah, I was really asking for it, thought Devine. Normally this would go through your immediate supervisor, but Mr. Cowl preferred to go outside the normal channels. Yes. This way, barked Shoemaker. The call was from a man whose voice was the human equivalent of a dangerous bridge. Very old. Unsteady.Is this Mr Conrad? Then after Dorothy Fenner sneaked into his house, she knew what was in the letter. The only hope was to distract him. And right now there was only one way to do it that I knew of. What? he finally said. After I dropped Senator Corsing off at his office I found a pay phone and called Slick. Once again I got his answering service who informed me that he now was expected to return around four. I looked at my watch and saw that it was one-forty. I thought a moment, then picked up the phone book and looked up a number. The number that I looked up belonged to Douglas Chanson, the headhunter. With much reluctance, he agreed to give me ten minutes at two oclock. I said,Max? and then I said, “Anybody home? Cross-examine, Hamilton Burger said. You didnt try to do any more business in connection with picking up stock? You have heard the testimony of Mr. Doxey as to the time at which a meal was ingested? His name wasnt really Uncle Slick, of course, it was Jean-Jacques Le Gouis and he was my mothers younger brother. The Le Gouis family had moved to the States from Dijon in 1929 when my mother was eighteen and my uncle was nine. By 1941 my uncle was twenty-one and a senior at Yale, a fact that my father always found impossible to believe. It was my old man who first called Jean-Jacques Slick and the nickname had stuck, because thats what my uncle was. Slick. Some people have remarked that I look very much like him and I’ve never been quite sure how to take it..