Adam found that the clothes laid out for him were formal wear, black pants and a suit coat with matching vest and shoes. Just like he figured, the clothes fit him perfectly. The second he finished tying his shoelaces, the door leading out opened. It had no knob. Adam would never have been able to open it himself. He would have had to kick through the door or something. One of Goldbody's associates stuck his head cautiously in. "Mr. Forwarder?"

     "Yes?"

     "Are you dressed?" 

     "Yes." 

     "Are you hungry?" 

     "I'm always hungry."

​     "Mr. Goldbody's presently having supper, Mr. Forwarder. He would enjoy your company. Come with me, please." 

     "I'm not sure I..." 

     "Come with me, please." 

CONTINUE