Book1:TeDream-Maker
ipment,forwhileroamireetsasapavementmusi,herdreaminlifehadbeentobeeanofficeclerk.Yokowaslookinginfasatihthegsspaoaroomfullofautomaticallyrotatingequipment,unawarethatthesemovementswereiivebecausenothingmueededtobeautomaticallytransmitted.Lettiatewasbetterthaiandidle,astheywerebutsvesofmodernman. Suddenly,theirformsdisappearedfromthes,forDimitrihadledthemintotheelevator,whichtookthemtothetopofthebuilding,intoMr.Kaffee’sprivateoffice,theonlyroomnotundersurveilnce.Dimitribecameawarethatthemoodofhisfriendshadged,beingmoreandmoreteookabottleofexpeagewinefromMr.Kaffee’sprivatebarintheelevatorandsaid. "eon!Haveadrinkandlightenup!Whatistheretobesotenseabout?Inamomeakethiselevatordowntothevaultwhereallthemoneyis.”Afterafewdrinks,RichardsatinMr.Kaffee’sswivelchairbehindthergedesk.Gssinhand,helookedaroundhimandsaidadmiringly, "Suchislife!IfonedayIcouldsitinthisseat,introlofsomuchwealthandpower,thatwouldberealliving!"Hehelduphisgssandtosseddownhisdrink.Dimitriwhowassittingonthesofasaidically, "That’snotimpossible.Ifyoureallywantitsobadly,itbearranged.Ihelpyouattainyourdream.” "That’simpossible!"Richardughed.Toactuallybehereinthisroomisadream.”Don’tfetwhatweareherefor.” Everyoneughed.Theroomwasfullofthefragranceofexpeagewine.Whattheydidnotknowwasthattheirchatterandughterinterruptedthesweetdreamsofamysteriouscharacter.Mr.Finger,whohadclimbedthroughaholeintheliningofthesofaandinginside,nowclimbedoutofhistemporaryabode.Hestretchedandrubbedhissleepyeyes,wwhodar