Sniffy goes on back toward Rockefeller’s office, where Lindsey, Rockefeller’s secretary, holds court. Lindsey was once the wife of a Governor of North Carolina. She’s maybe eighty-five, but looks about thirty, and wears enough jewelry to choke an old-fashioned Las Vegas showgirl. It’s real gold and emeralds and diamonds. Or at least Lindsey thinks it’s real. All the Commerce guys like her because she’s so crazy, so they never tell her otherwise.