About an hour before dinner, word was sent to the bungalow that Mr. Steppson would not be entertaining visitors. Flix and Phalen would be dining in the little guest house.
"Fine with me," said Phalen. "If Alfred the Great has his fingers in dope, he might poison us both and make his movie about us without having to pay you a nickel."
"Fine with me, too," said Flix. "I wrote on the message not to go to any trouble for our supper. Cold sandwiches okay with you?"
"I'm not picky," said Phalen.
With supper done, Flix and Phalen studied the contracts that Flix had signed earlier in the day.
"He's been most generous," said Phalen. "But I still wouldn't count on seeing a nickel."
Phalen told Flix what Sato said about staff reductions.
"Makes me wonder if the whole house of cards isn't about to come tumbling down," said Flix.
"Me too."
"I'm going to finish packing. Then, I'm turning in early," said Phalen.
"I'll do the same," said Flix. "Good night."
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