CHAPTER FOUR
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, MONDAY, ANDY entered Tom's private office.
The older man looked up from his desk and smiled broadly. "Come in, Andy. Have a chair."
Andy closed the door behind him and advanced to the visitor's chair beside the desk. He felt a little uneasy.
Tom, on the other hand, was sure of himself. He showed no disposition to avoid talking about Saturday night's party at his house. In fact, he brought the subject up before Andy had a chance to do so.
The older man leaned back in his leather swivel chair. "No bad effects from the other night, I hope," he grinned.
"None," Andy affirmed. "In fact, Liz and I enjoyed ourselves a great deal."
Tom grinned stronger. "That's what I wanted to hear! We'll do it again soon."
"Fine. By the way, was that the first time for
