I got stuck in the mud and had to flounder around and I'd get that chair all dirty. I'm a pretty good stander anyhow.' My friend Barry Tolman didn't look any too neat himself, but he wasn't muddy and so he hadn't hesitated about taking a seat. It was 8:10 Thursday morning. I felt like the last nickel in a crap game, because like a darned fool I had undraped myself a little after five o'clock and got under the covers, leaving a call for 7:30, and hauling myself out again after only two hours had put me off key for good. Wolfe was having breakfast in the big chair, with a folding table pulled up to him, in a yellow dressing gown, with his face shaved and his hair combed. He possessed five yellow dressing gowns and we had brought along the light woolen one with brown lapels and a brown girdle. He had on a necktie, too. Tolman said, 'As I told you on the phone, I'm supposed to be in court at 9:30. If necessary my assistant can get a postponement, but I'd like to make it if possible.
