His secretary had stopped taking notes.
Keller looked up. "Do you have that?"
She was staring at him. "Mr. Keller?"
"Yes. "
"You dictated this letter yesterday."
Keller swallowed. "What?"
"It's already gone out in the mail."
Howard Keller tried to smile. "I guess I'm on over load."
At four o'clock that afternoon Keller was being examined by Dr. Seymour Bennett.
"You seem to be in excellent shape," Dr. Bennett said. "Physically, there's nothing wrong with you at all."
"What about these lapses of memory?"
"How long since you've had a vacation, Howard?"
Keller tried to think. "I guess it's been quite a few years," he said. "We've been pretty busy."
Dr. Bennett smiled. "There you are. You're on overload." That word again. "This is more common than you think. Go somewhere where you can relax for a week or two. Get business off your mind. When you come back, you'll feel like a new man."
Keller stood up, relieved.
Keller went to see Lara in her office. "Could you spare me for a week?"
"About as easily as I can spare my right arm. What did you have in mind?"
"The doctor thinks I should take a little vacation, Lara. To tell you the truth, I've been having some problems with my memory."
She was watching him, concerned. "Anything serious?"
"No, not really. It's just annoying. I thought I might go to Hawaii for a few days."
"Take the jet."
"No, no, you'll be using it. I'll fly commercial."
"Charge everything to the company."
"Thanks. I'll check in every..."
"No, you won't. I want you to forget about the office. Just take care of yourself. I don't want anything to happen to you."
I hope he's all right, Lara thought. He's got to be all right.
Philip telephoned the next day. When Marian Bell said, "Mr. Adler is calling from Taipei," Lara hurriedly picked up the telephone.
"Philip...?"
"Hello, darling. There's been a phone strike. I've been trying to reach you for hours. How do you feel?"
Lonely. "Wonderful. How is the tour going?"
"It's the usual. I miss you."
In the background Lara could hear music and voices.
"Where are you?"
"Oh, they're giving a little party for me. You know how it is. "
Lara could hear the sound of a woman laughing. "Yes, I know how it is. "
"I'll be home Wednesday."
"Philip?"
"Yes?"
"Nothing, darling. Hurry home."
"I will. Good-bye."
She replaced the receiver. What was he going to do after the party? Who was the woman? She was filled with a sense of jealousy so strong that it almost smothered her. She had never been jealous of anyone in her life.
Everything is so perfect, Lara thought. / don't want to lose it. I can't lose it.
She lay awake thinking about Philip and what he was doing.
Howard Keller was stretched out on Kona Beach at a small hotel on the big island of Hawaii. The weather had been ideal. He had gone swimming every day. He had gotten a tan, played some golf, and had daily massages. He was completely relaxed and had never felt better. Dr. Bennett was right, he thought. Overload. I'm going to have to slow down a little when I get back. The truth was that the episodes of memory loss had frightened him more than he wanted to admit.
Finally, it was time to return to New York. He took a midnight flight back and was in Manhattan at four o'clock in the afternoon. He went directly to the office. His secretary was there, smiling. "Welcome back, Mr. Keller. You look great."
"Thank you..." He stood there, and his face drained of color.
He could not remember her name.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Philip arrived home Wednesday afternoon, and Lara took the limousine to the airport to meet him. Philip stepped off the plane, and the image of Lochinvar instantly sprang to Lara's mind.
My God, but he's handsome! She ran into his arms.
"I've missed you," she said, hugging him.
"I've missed you, too, darling."
"How much?"
He held his thumb and forefinger half an inch apart. "This much."
"You beast," she said. "Where's your luggage?"
"It's coming."
One hour later they were back at the apartment. Marian Bell opened the door for them. "Welcome back, Mr. Adler."
"Thanks, Marian." He looked around. "I feel as though I've been away for a year."
"Two years," Lara said. She started to add, "Don't ever leave me again," and bit her lip.
"Can I do anything for you, Mrs. Adler?" Marian asked.
"No. We're fine. You can run along now. I'll dictate some letters in the morning. I won't be going into the office today."
"Very well. Good-bye." Marian left.
"Sweet girl," Philip said.
"Yes, isn't she?" Lara moved into Philip's arms. "Now show me how much you missed me."
Lara stayed away from the office for the next three days. She wanted to be with Philip, to talk to him, touch him, assure herself that he was real. They had breakfast in the morning, and while Lara dictated to Marian, Philip was at the piano practicing.
At lunch on the third day Lara told Philip about the casino opening. "I wish you could have been there, darling. It was fantastic."
"I'm so sorry I missed it."
He's out playing the piano somewhere. "Well, you'll have your chance next month. The mayor is giving me the keys to the city."