Perry crawled out of bed, fumbled into his robe and followed his nose to the kitchen-bar.
There, in his favorite chair, sat a handsomely-dressed, distinguished man with florid complexion, iron gray hair and a fashionable paunch.
Strips of bacon were frying on the bright, spotless steel of the cooking shield.
"How did you get in here?" Perry asked crossly.
"Serve-All does all," his visitor said cryptically and smiled the smile that's known around the world. Perry would have no opportunity to shut out the Master Salesman. He was in.
"You are Mr. Mansfield?"
"Yes sir," Perry said, uncertain of decorum.
"My name is Marlboro," the MS said in melodius tones. "Master is the proper term used in addressing us. Please sit down."
"Yes, Master," Perry said. He felt like a fool and sat down.
"Breakfast will be served in a few moments," Marlboro said. "I hope you don't mind, I examined your excellent library before you came in." He pulled a volume off the shelf. "This is a beautiful old first edition. Wherever did you find it?"