“May I come in?”
As he stepped inside the house, Specks took a step backward. He must have thought he was seeing a ghost. Just then Dietz came into the hallway. He took one look at Biff, and the glass he was holding in one hand dropped to the floor.
“Zook! Derek Zook!”
Dietz was as astonished as Specks. But being quicker-witted than his partner, Dietz got over his amazement faster.
“It’s Zook. Grab him, Specks!”
“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Dietz,” Biff said boldly. “I have come here on my own.”
Still not believing what he saw or heard, Dietz came up to Biff. He placed a hand on Biff’s arm, as though trying to assure himself that the boy was real.
Biff brushed past the two men and walked down the hallway to a door which led into a living room. He walked in, picked out a comfortable chair, and sat down in it as calmly as if he were in his own home in Indianapolis.
Still somewhat dazed, Dietz entered the room and stared at Biff. Specks stood in the doorway, shaking his head.
Dietz recovered his poise.