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?

you talking to?" Alda asked gingerly from her

one. Just

She sounded like she could eat

She's a

Loose...?

How loose did a person have to

just recovered from a major

not sleepy at all now. Would you mind me asking how you came to be so

story! By the way, do you know

no idea. "Let's put that aside... Do you believe

you dreaming in your

"I kept having this dream of being inside an old

What did it look like?" Frank asked, deciding to continue the non-sequitur conversation since he was not sleepy

a vivid picture. "I remember a cavern passage with a sign that said Dartmoor Hill. When I went in, someone called my name

saw in dreams that well, and Alda had been comatose on top of

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