Alda quickly reasoned, "Each has its merits."

Frank remained silent and waited until the servants were done cleaning Alda's room.

Then, putting a mattress on the floor, he lay down and called Linda Yates, who purred from the other end, "Oh, where have you been, Mr. Frankton? I missed you so much!"

"I'm out on an errand and won't be going back soon. By the way, do you still remember what we agreed on?"

"Oh, I certainly do!" Linda giggled but said nothing else.

Frank rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you don't know a thing."

Linda giggled even louder at that. "Sorry for tricking you, Mr. Frankton, but I have no idea even though I've worked here since the beginning. There's no way a mere employee would know their boss' life story, don't you think?" "Fair enough." Frank was unsure if he should laugh and cry and hung up right then instead of snapping at Linda.

He had certainly sacrificed plenty to make Linda talk, only for the whole thing to turn out to be a sham in the first place.

How could he face anyone if word got out?

talking to?" Alda asked gingerly from her bed

one. Just a

She sounded like she could eat you

normal. She's a little

Loose...?

how to react. How loose did

her, "You've just recovered from a major illness. You should sleep

and I'm not sleepy at all now.

story! By the way,

head again-she really had no idea. "Let's put that aside... Do you believe what you see in

dreaming in

dream of being inside an old tomb while wearing spandex, like I

it look like?" Frank asked, deciding to

a cavern passage with a sign that said Dartmoor Hill. When I went in,

the things they saw in dreams that well,

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