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<blockquote data-quote="Watus" data-source="post: 2811100" data-attributes="member: 14589">Dr. Lambert pushes back the cuff of his wool suit jacket and checks his watch, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet.&nbsp; The afternoon is sweltering, but he hardly notices.&nbsp; The sidewalk traffic washes over and around him, heading to and from the nearby Grand Central Terminal, and he marvels, not for the first time, at the frenetic pace of the city, even in the stultifying heat.Nearby, the Biltmore doorman whistles for his attention and beckons to the open door of the taxicab.&nbsp; Vitus tosses his physician's bag into the back seat and passes the doorman a few coins as he removes his hat and climbs in.&quot;12th Avenue and 34th, please.&quot;&nbsp; He says, in a vaguely british accent, pulling an embroidered silk handkerchief from a pocket inside his well tailored jacket and wiping his forehead.&quot;What?&nbsp; The docks?&quot;&nbsp; The cabbie asks, looking at him quizically in the rear view mirror.&quot;Pier 74-B, yes,&quot;&nbsp; Vitus answers.&nbsp; &quot;The SS Gabrielle, to be specific.&quot;The cabbie shrugs and pulls out into the flow of traffic.&quot;I'm to be a member of the Starkweather-Moore expedition,&quot; Vitus volunteers, glowing with pride.&quot;Uh huh.&quot;&nbsp; The cabbie mutters, casting him a sideways glance in the mirror.&nbsp; &quot;That sounds swell.&quot;---A few minutes later and not much worse for wear, Vitus is bounding up the gangplank of the Gabrielle.&quot;Excuse me good sir,&quot; he says, practically jumping into the path of a passing stevedore.&nbsp; &quot;Where might one find the good Dr. Moore?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Watus, post: 2811100, member: 14589"] Dr. Lambert pushes back the cuff of his wool suit jacket and checks his watch, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. The afternoon is sweltering, but he hardly notices. The sidewalk traffic washes over and around him, heading to and from the nearby Grand Central Terminal, and he marvels, not for the first time, at the frenetic pace of the city, even in the stultifying heat. Nearby, the Biltmore doorman whistles for his attention and beckons to the open door of the taxicab. Vitus tosses his physician's bag into the back seat and passes the doorman a few coins as he removes his hat and climbs in. "12th Avenue and 34th, please." He says, in a vaguely british accent, pulling an embroidered silk handkerchief from a pocket inside his well tailored jacket and wiping his forehead. "What? The docks?" The cabbie asks, looking at him quizically in the rear view mirror. "Pier 74-B, yes," Vitus answers. "The SS Gabrielle, to be specific." The cabbie shrugs and pulls out into the flow of traffic. "I'm to be a member of the Starkweather-Moore expedition," Vitus volunteers, glowing with pride. "Uh huh." The cabbie mutters, casting him a sideways glance in the mirror. "That sounds swell." --- A few minutes later and not much worse for wear, Vitus is bounding up the gangplank of the Gabrielle. "Excuse me good sir," he says, practically jumping into the path of a passing stevedore. "Where might one find the good Dr. Moore?" [/QUOTE]

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