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Chapter One

At 10:30 a.m., sharp, James Eckert pulled up in front of Stoddard
Hall on the Riveroak College campus, where Grottwold Weinar
Hansen had his lab. Angie Farrell was not, however, ready and
waiting at the curb. Of course.

It was a warm, bright September morning.

Jim sat in the car and tried to keep his temper under control. It
would not be Angie’s fault. That idiot of a Grottwold undoubtedly
had dreamed up something to keep her working overtime in spite
of-or perhaps because of-the fact he knew she and Jim were
supposed to go home-hunting this morning. It was hard not to lose
his temper with someone like Grottwold, who was not only one of
the world’s non-prizes but who had been very patently trying to take
Angie away from Jim and get her for himself.

One of the two big doors on the front of the Stoddard Hall opened
and a figure came out. But it was not Angie. It was a stocky young
man with bushy reddish hair and mustache, carrying an overstuffed
briefcase. Seeing Jim in the car, he came down the steps over to
the car and leaned on the edge of the opened window on the curb
side of the front seat.

“Waiting for Angie?” he asked.

“That’s right, Danny,” said Jim. “She was supposed to be out here
to meet me, but evidently Grottwold’s still hanging on to her.”

“That’s his style.” Danny Cerdak was a teaching assistant in the
Physics Department. He was the only other Class AA volleyball
player on campus. “You’re going out to see Cheryl’s trailer?”

“If Angie ever gets loose in time,” said Jim. “Oh, she’ll probably be
along any second now. Say, do the two of you want to drop over to
my place after we play tomorrow night? Nothing special, just pizza
and beer and a few other people from the team with their wives
and so forth.”

“Sounds fine,” said Jim, glumly, “if I’m not stuck with some extra
work for Shorles. Thanks, in any case, though; and we’ll certainly
be there if we can make it.”

“Right.” Danny straightened up. “See you tomorrow for the game,