"O.K., Don," she said. "I'll see you later."
Channing left to go to the ninth level. He stopped long enough to collect Walt Franks.
Over a tall glass of beer, Channing told Franks of Burbank's visit. And why.
Only one thing stuck in Franks' mind. "Did you say that he might close Joe's?" asked Franks.
"He said that if it were in his power to do so, he would."
"Heaven forbid. Where will we go to be alone?"
"Alone?" snorted Channing. The barroom was half filled with people, being the only drinking establishment for sixty-odd million miles.
"Well, you know what I mean."
"I could smuggle in a few cases of beer," suggested Don.
"Couldn't we smuggle him out?"