"Incidentally," I said casually, figuring now was as good a time as any to get them used to the idea. "The startlingly different construction pattern you've had us follow will result in, ah, minor repairs in the house being necessary from time to time. Remember my telling you that at the start?" Stoddard nodded, brushing the information away casually. "Yes, certainly I remember your saying something about that. But don't worry. I won't hold you responsible for any minor repairs which the unique construction causes." "Thanks," I told him dryly. "I just wanted to make certain we had that point clear." * * * * * The Stoddards moved in just as soon as the last inch of work on their dream monster was finished. I paid off my men, banked a nice profit on the job, and went back to building actual houses again. I thought my troubles with the Stoddards at an end. But of course I was wrong. It was fully a month after the Stoddards had been in their madhouse that I got my first indignant telephone call from George B. Stoddard himself. "Mr. Kermit," said the angry voice on the phone, "this is George B. Stoddard." I winced at the name and the all too familiar voice, but managed to sound cheerfully friendly. "Yes, indeed, Mr. Stoddard," I oozed. "How are you and the Missus getting along in your dream castle?" "That," said George B. Stoddard, "is what I called about. We have been having considerable difficulty for which I consider your construction men to be responsible." "Now just a minute," I began. "I thought we agreed--" "We agreed that I was to expect certain occasional minor repairs to be necessary due to the construction of the house," Stoddard broke in. "I know that." "Then what's the trouble?" I demanded. "This house is plagued with rats," said Stoddard angrily. "Rats?" I echoed. "Exactly!" my client snapped. "But how could that be possible?" I demanded. "It's a brand new house, and rats don't--" Stoddard broke in again. "The devil they don't. We have them, and it can't be due to any fault but those construction men of yours." "How could it be their fault?" I was getting a little sore. "Because it isn't my fault, nor my wife's. And the building, as you observed a minute ago, is practically new." "Now listen," I began. "I wish you'd come out here and see for yourself," Stoddard demanded. "Have you caught any?" "No," he answered. "Have you seen any?" I demanded. "No," Stoddard admitted, "but--" This time I did the cutting in. "Then how do you know you have rats?" I demanded triumphantly. "Because," Stoddard almost shouted, "as I was going to tell you, I can hear them, and my wife can hear them." I hadn't thought of that. "Oh," I said. Then: "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am very sure. Now, will you please come out here and see what this is all about?" he demanded.