"Oh, yeah?" Dawson jeered. "Well, don't look right now, but standing in your shoes is a guy who's heading for a lot of dish washing in the Biltmore kitchen!"
CHAPTER TWO
Just in Case
"Well?" Freddy Farmer demanded as he leaned across the dining table toward Dawson. "Did I have a pipe dream, or not? Did you see who just came in and sat down?"
"Yeah," Dawson grunted, and buttered a roll. "Your pal in gray. I wonder what's the big idea?"
"So do I!" Freddy echoed instantly. "And I've half a mind to go over right now and ask him. The beggar is beginning to give me the creeps. He doesn't look foreign, though."
"Hey, come out of your spin, pal!" Dawson chuckled. "What do you think this is, Gestapo stuff?"
Freddy Farmer looked at Dawson and smiled slowly.