 The two of you are having cocktails together. Eve is still apprehensive. Chris, you've got to do something about this. Go away, perhaps. Oh, stop it. Don't let your imagination run wild, Eve. It isn't imagination, Chris. All right, all right. So there's a wild man loose in town trying to kill me, huh? Me, Chris Matthews, who does nothing any more precarious than run a literary agency? Something else. Something in the air. Things that have been happening to you.