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