Mr. Waverly disappeared from view, and Kuryakin being curious peeked round the corner to see where the Old Man was going. He was mildly surprised his boss was nowhere to be seen.
Shrugging; he turned back to Napoleon.
His partner had his arm around Miss Buxom’s waist.
“So sorry Barbara, let me make it up to you by taking you out to dinner tonight. Say seven.”
“Oh, all right.” She looked a little surprised at the turn of events; embarrassed at having the big boss’s head being cradled between her bosoms, and now the Napoleon Solo was asking her out.