Frank was
not happy with circumstances at school. Not only were plagiarized
term papers in short supply, but the social lubricant of drugs, that
dispelled the boredom of not studying, was temporarily constricted.
Frank didn't
actually take the drugs that often, but he enjoyed distributing a
portion or two, at parties. He liked to watch people after they
partook, in the same way one might watch a dog or a cat after giving
it some stimulant or narcotic. People didn't behave outlandishly, but
there was a marked difference from sobriety, both in individuals
before and after, and more generally between those under the
influence, and those who were sober.
There was
little to do, in a college town that appealed to a millionaire
playboy's tastes, and Tyne could not make herself hard enough to
find, to stay aloof for long.
Frank
button-holed Tyne in the hallway of her dormitory. She took his
“order,” and sent him off to buy his magazines. When Frank
returned, Tyne had made her preparations. She selected a copier
repairman, who happened to be in the vicinity, and indicated Frank,
just as he approached the offending locker. “Quick, call campus
security! That guy has been stealing textbooks from the bookstore.
Don't let him get away; I urgently need to use the restroom.”
Tyne walked
away, pausing at the exit long enough to ensure that her patsy had
the right idea, and then disappeared.
“Hey! Hey
you! What's that you're doing there? Look everybody, he's stealing
textbooks!” the repairman yelled. “Call security!” A general
hubbub developed, and when Frank suspiciously tried to leave, burly
upperclassmen restrained Frank, while others alerted the Campus
Police.
It was only
a matter of an hour or two, before Frank found himself at general
booking.
