Transvestia exactly whether or not his supine position was responsible, but Henry's mind became remarkably imaginative and agile. Visions of life outside his own little rut flooded through his brain-come- alive; the dam had burst! Henry began scheming of a way to break out of his deadly rou- tine to become once again the bold and dashing figure of former years.

In the next few minutes, various plans and alter- natives were reviewed, found wanting, and discarded. Gradually a sly look of cunning crossed his usually ex- pressionless face--he had reached a decision! He would drop everything and go off to New York for a change of scene. "And I won't even tell Ellen I'm going"! "She'd only rant and rave.... And so the die was cast.

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Drawing upon unaccustomed ingenuity, Henry called in Mrs. Lewis and announced "I've got to go over to the Walcott building and see Mr. Jamieson about his remodel- ing plans". "If I'm not back by 3:30, please close up the office." Without waiting for comment, he reached for his dark grey homburg and stalked from the office, through the main foyer and out of his work-a-day prison. A few minutes later, he appeared at the railway station and pur- chased a ticket for New York. As he clickety-clacked toward the city, he was eminently pleased with himself for acting on his bold impulse. The result was so satis- fying to his soul. He straightened up in his seat and took on a new look of vigor and determination. This was one of the rare times in his life in which he had acted with decision. The imp of rebellion had done it's work!

Lacking other impedimenta then his omni-present portfolio, Mr. Detweiler--the new and dashing Mr. Det- weiler, st ode through Grand Central Station with a jaunty step. There was an ever-so-faint suggestion of a smile on his face when he spied the gaudy neon sign announcing "The Green Frog- Cocktails". He swung in through the door and marched up to the bar. "Bartender, a Bloody Mary" the outrageousness of that beverage's name an implicit gesture of defiance. With studied ease, Henry draped a haunch over the bar stool and surveyed the hetrogeneous crowd speculatively.

Several libations later, he felt the tensions leaving him and became conscious of a new feeling of power and

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