CHAPTER 2Next morning, Garlock was the last one, by a fraction of a minute, into the Main. "Good morning, all," he said, with a slight smile.
"Huh? How come?" James demanded, as all four started toward the dining nook.
Garlock's smile widened. "Lola. She brought me a pot of coffee and wouldn't let me out until I drank it."
"Brought?"
"Yeah. They haven't read their room-tapes yet, so they don't know that room-service is practically unlimited."
"Why didn't I think of that coffee business a couple of years ago?"
"Well, why didn't I think of it myself, ten years ago?"
Belle's eyes had been going from one, man to the other. "Just what are you two talking about? If it's anybody's business except your own?"
"He is an early-morning grouch," James explained, as they sat down at the table. "
