you. Are you in special services?” Carl asked. “You are certainly good looking enough to be with the army special services unit as an actor.”

“Well, that's a new one. I was a farmer before entering service. Now, I'm an instructor at the Army Language School. I teach Arabic and related subjects.” Joseph laughed as he moved toward the bathroom door and knocked on it. “Rich there's a Mr. Donetz out here to see you.”

“Oh! Tell him I'll be right out. Hello Carl, this is a pleasant surprise. Please wait, I will be out soon.” He said and then asked through the door. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. You gave a very brilliant performance tonight. I think you just get better and better. I happened to be in the theater tonight with a few of the money boys. They wanted to get another look at you in action. I hope you don't mind but I mentioned that your full name was Richard Worthington, Jr.” Carl said. “Being Wall Street types, they were curious to meet the son of Worthington Investments. They would like to take you out for a few drinks and some conversation.”

“Well you know that I have almost nothing to do with the brokerage business of my father and besides I have a guest this evening.”

“I know you are on your own, but please do me this little favor and please bring the sergeant along with you.” He said turning to Joseph he asked, “You do drink, I mean, as a Mohammedan are you permitted to drink or visit a bar?”

Joseph laughed and said, “I teach Arabic and Muslim customs, I'm not a Muslim. By the way the correct term is Muslim not Mohammedan. Mohammed was the founder of Islam and his followers are Muslim or Moslems. However I do drink and if Rich feels like it I would love to come along, if you are sure you want me.”


“Yes we would like to have you come with us.” He said as Rich came out of the washroom. “What do you say Rich are you in the mood to do a little Public Relations work?”

“Hell! Why not?” he asked as he finished drying his wet hair with a towel and then sat at his make-up mirror and combed it into place. “As long as you guys don't plan on sticking a poor actor with the bar bill; you want to go along, Joseph?”

“Why not? Heck on a sergeant's pay any free drinks are always welcome.”
They left the dressing room and Carl guided them to a place where the two other men were waiting for them. Carl introduced them to the men and asked Rich if he knew of any suitable bars in the area. A place with a quite, private room or booth would be nice, one of them stated. We have some private business to discuss with you.

“That sounds rather ominous, but yes I just happen to know of one.” Rich said. “It is not too far from here. We could walk it. It is an Irish Pub and they have good drinks and service as well as privacy.” Then turning to Joseph he said, “Frank Gordon took us there once. Do you remember?”

“Yes, I remember. It was nice.”

The five of them, with Rich leading the way, walked the two blocks to the bar. Carl, slipping the doorman a