his confining costume。 There was a mixture of scotch and champagne on his
breath。
Danny flinched back but didn't run。 〃Let me by。〃
〃Not by the hair of my chinny…chin…chin；〃 the dogman replied。 His small red
eyes were fixed attentively on Danny's face。 He continued to grin。 〃I'm going to
eat you up； little boy。 And I think I'll start with your plump little cock。〃
He began to prance skittishly forward； making little leaps and snarling。
Danny's nerve broke。 He fled back into the short hallway that led to their
quarters； looking back over his shoulder。 There was a series of mixed howls and
barks and growls； broken by slurred mutterings and giggles。
Danny stood in the hallway； trembling。
〃Get it up！〃 the drunken dogman cried out from around the corner。 His voice
was both violent and despairing。 〃Get it up； Harry you bitch…bastard！ I don't
care how many casinos and airlines and movie panies you own！ I know what you
like in the privacy of your own h…home！ Get it up！ I'll huff。。。 and I'll puff
。。。 until Harry Derwent's all bloown down！〃 He ended with a long； chilling
howl that seemed to turn into a scream of rage and pain just before it dwindled
off。
Danny turned apprehensively to the closed bedroom door at the end of the
hallway and walked quietly down to it。 He opened it and poked his head through。
His mommy was sleeping in exactly the same position。 No one was hearing this but
him。
He closed the door softly and went back up to the intersection of their
corridor and the main hall； hoping the dogman would be gone； the way the blood
on the walls of the Presidential Suite had been gone。 He peeked around the