Gladstone's office and the receptionist answered just as his wife asked the volatile question. He held up a hand as if to ward Argie off, then pointed...to the phone.Argie crossed her arms and although fuming, remained quiet, preferring to speak to his so-called therapist."John Franck, calling," he said, "I have an emergency..." Damn right you've got an emergency," Argie muttered, not caring if the person on the other end heard her."Well tell her it's critical..." he said into the phone. Looking. "Frank? FRANK YOU THERE?" George waited a few seconds then hung up waited a minute and hit *69 to find the number Frank had called from. This time it was George who let the phone ring off the hook but still no answer. George tried again and again without any answer.George had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to get an answer at Frank's. He turned to the stairs and yelled up to Clair and Crystal. "Clair, Crystal come down here a minute. Something is going on at work and I can't get hold of. . your place.” He took note of her brief hesitation, and wondered at the reason.“But...”“Don’t tell me it needs cleaning. I judged you far too anal-retentive to leave a dirty apartment.”Laughing, he shot back, “I’m choosing to take that as a compliment. No, it’s clean. I have cleaners, and they were there a few days after I moved out here. Though it’s probably a little stuffy.”“I’m not worried about it. Later on, it’s not going to matter.”“What does that mean?”“Fewer questions. More. His secretary apologized up and down, but said that whenever the Dawsons were around a Tiffany store, all hell broke loose. They were around, and it had. But finally a breathless Jack Thompson came to the phone.When I explained what Kris wanted, his reaction was a heartfelt, “Oh, shit!”Then he continued, “Cam, you’re a major shareholder. Believe me, if you weren’t there would just be no way. But since you are...” He then proceeded to give me instructions: We were to go to the employees entrance.