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their cash on hand. We cater to a very self-reliant kind of person. Survivors, that's how we like to think of them."
    "Yes, well, it's a hard, cruel world out there. That's why we want to get away from it all," said Frank, fishing for information. "Just like all your other customers, right?"
    But Sally only smiled politely and said, "Bob will show you to your suite now. I'm sure you'll want to freshen up. I hope you don't mind, but you two will have to share a suite, since you're being given a discount. Of course, if you wish to pay a bit more — "
    "One suite will be fine," said Frank.
    "Well, then, I hope you enjoy your stay." Sally snapped shut the attache case and pushed it toward Frank.
    Frank tried one last probe as he picked it up. "I hope this stay won't be too long. I mean, we've got to be moving."
    "All in good time," she said. "There are a few formalities. But don't worry, I assure you that you won't be disturbed here. We are very secluded."
    "Yes," said Joe. "I saw the fence out front. Can't say I liked it, though. Reminded me too much of a prison."
    "It's for your own protection, sir." Sally smiled. "Bob, if you will escort our guests to their suite."
    "Let's move it," said Bob. None of Sally's good manners had rubbed off on him. "You've got half an hour before your interview."
    "Interview?" said Frank.
    "What kind of interview?" asked Joe.
    Bob cut off further conversation with a gesture of his gun.
    He led them up a curving stairway and along a hall to a door on the second floor. "Make yourselves comfortable," he said. "I'll be back for you in half an hour."
    Frank and Joe entered their room, and the door closed behind them. They weren't surprised to hear it being locked from the outside. They had already gotten the idea that they weren't totally trusted.
    As soon as they were inside, Frank caught Joe's gaze, put his finger to his lips, then tapped that finger against his ear.
    Joe got the message: just like the limo, the room might be bugged.
    "You know, this place is gorgeous," Joe said in a loud voice as he began to check out one side of the room for listening devices, looking behind paintings, on the backs and bottoms of pieces of furniture, in vases, and under rugs.
    "Perfect Getaway is really giving us our money's worth," said Frank, checking out the other side.
    Working their way around the room, they met on the far side, where they both shrugged and gestured to signify that they had found nothing.
    Frank's eyes darted around the room, checking to see if they had missed anything. Then he glanced up and pointed at the old-fashioned chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. Joe nodded.
    "I think I'll get some exercise," Frank said. "I need to work out some kinks from the trip."
    "Good idea," said Joe. "Me, too."
    He watched Frank get a chair and position it under the chandelier. Frank stood on the chair, then squatted down and made a stirrup with his hands. Joe nodded, recognizing a gymnastic stunt they had worked up the year before in a skit for a school show. Joe backed up a couple of steps, propelled himself forward, and leapt when he was about a yard from Frank, his right foot landing in Frank's linked hands. Frank heaved upward as Joe pushed off from his hands, and a second later Joe was standing on Frank's shoulders. Careful not to lose his balance on the chair or disturb Joe's balance on his shoulders, Frank straightened up slowly. It worked. Joe was up high enough to inspect the chandelier. He peered into it and saw a miniature black receiving device.
    Joe leapt down, hit the carpet, and did a neat somersault, just to finish the routine off right. "Good workout," he said loudly. He pointed to the chandelier, put his finger to his lips, and nodded.
    "Time for a nice, hot shower," said Frank. He went into the bathroom, and Joe followed him.
    "Great shower, needle-point spray!" Frank shouted, as if Joe were still in the other room.
    He then closed the door and turned the shower up full force. The din