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

one. Just

like she could

normal. She's a little

Loose...?

to react. How loose did a person have

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

her head and smiled. "I've slept for ages, and I'm not sleepy at all now. Would you mind me asking how you came

a long story! By the way, do

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

you dreaming

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

Frank asked, deciding to continue the non-sequitur

of the old kings Alda said, painting a vivid picture. "I remember a cavern passage with a sign that said Dartmoor Hill. When I went in, someone called my

the things they saw in dreams that well, and

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