"Oh. Well, just a minute."
The guard called, and Dusty could hear the roar of Martin Gramer,
"Throw the louse out!"
"Sorry, Mr. Britton. We can't let you in."
"Look, Sam, I've got trouble. You've got trouble. Do you remember your
younger days, Sam? When you were the top boy at Graphic Arts?"
"Sure do. Great days, too."
"What happened, Sam?"