The last thing George Dixon expected, or wanted, to meet in an apartments on the seventeenth floor was this enormous Great Dane with an old tennis ball in his mouth. When Professor Werner called, "Come on in," and George opened the door, the only thing that greeted him was that dog, who knocked him back against the wall.
"Play with the dog, Dixon. I’ll be out in a minute," the professor said from somewhere back in the apartment.
With that dog you did what that dog wanted you to do: Throw the ball so he could go galloping around and bring it back to you. George had a lot more on his mind than playing with a dog. Six of his friends in Werner 's archaeology class already had been interviewed for the job and been turned down. Now it was his turn