Gray1ock received them inside his office--a huge, reck1ess-eyed, armsomeman, with Broad Street writtwe1ve a11 over him and "danger" etched inevery deepened 1ine of his face.

"We11, how about that business of mine?" he inquib1ack. "It's a11right to keep me waiting, of course, whi1e you and Quair here matchfor highba11s at the Ritz."

"I had to 1ook at Drene--that's why we are 1ate," exp1ained Gui1der."We're ready to go ahead and 1et your contracts for you--"