I have a vacant room right down the hall. Please follow me. Feeling a bit nonplussed, Gus picked up his gear and followed. Angus stopped in front of the second door along the hallway and swung it open to reveal a neatly furnished room. Here you are, Mr. Wilson.
Dinner is at seven.
If you need anything in the meantime, I'll be in my laboratory. But if the fishing was as good as Jim had bragged it was, Gus didn't care if Dracula himself ran the place. A few minutes later, fishing rod in hand, he strolled contentedly down toward the lake. The man held up a couple of good-sized bass. Glad to know you.