2
ANSWERING THE CALL
“But-but…” Arthur stuttered, thrown off-guard. “What for?”
Alastair brushed the question aside impatiently. “Can’t stop to explain now; we’ve no time to waste. Any moment now he might find out he’s got the dates mixed up and come back…”
Before Arthur could say anything with his mind in such a whirl, his friend hustled him down the stairs and produced the manager’s keys and, carefully selecting one, turned it in the keyhole.
“Now yours,” he directed. Seeing Arthur’s mouth slacken open, he looked at his watch again impatiently. “Come on, we haven’t got all day.” Then he relented. “Don’t you see, Conrad, old man. This is our chance to get back at them.”
“What do you mean – ‘them’?” Arthur repeated stupidly, beginning to get suspicious despite his loyalty. “Why are w
