Tom had just hung the telephone receiver back into the cradle when there came a stout wrap to his room door.
Answering the door, Tom stood and met a seedy looking fellow were dusty and foul smelling coveralls and a orange T-shirt that advertised for the Flycatcher Stable at Pleasure Island Amusement Park.
Smiling with a friendly manner, he spoke to Tom, Hello, I am Jeb Flycatcher, some call me Jed, but its really Jeb, and I here you might be the one needing a good workout to get your life back in some semblance of order, I can take you to..."
Wham, Tom slammed the door shut in the man's face, grumbling about what might happen to the next idiot that came knocking at his door.
Shortly after that incident, Tom had all his belongings stuffed back in his one Pullman style suitcase, and walking toward his room door to leave, he was met with a hard knocking at the door.
Opening the door, Tom stood with his mouth open and eyes wide with surprise.
There in the hallway stood two of the biggest and strongest men Tom had ever seen. Why their arm and legs bulged with muscular mass, and each had big hands with stout looking strong fingers. Behind and to one side stood that man calling himself Jed or Jeb Flycatcher.
"He is the one, slammed the door in my face when I came in response to a dancing girl called to place a complaint," said Jed or Jeb whatever his actual name really was, but Tom saw only the two heft big security guards and one had out a pair of handcuffs.
"Sir, we are here to enforce the rules at Pleasure Island, and for the general continuance of peaceful enjoyment here, we must place you under arrest! Now let me put the cuff on your wrists and you will come along peaceful, or we can do it the hard way, your choice!" The one Officer said to Tom, he seemingly the only talker of the two, as from the other guard he would grunt and make strange bestial sounds like a bull about to enter his time of rut.
Tom held out his arms and wrists for the cuffs, and took special note to Mister Flycatcher who entered the room, took hold of the suitcase, and laying it on the bed, he opened it, searching through everything in a rough manner.
"Am I to go to some jail?" Tom asking the guards and was ready to ask for to telephone his wife when one guard took from his belt a small syringe and plunged the short needle in Tom's neck near to the jugular vein.
Instantly, Tom went limp as a rag, but fully aware of all that happened from then and until they all four reached the stable belonging to Mister Flycatcher.