They headed for the door to the foyer common to the four penthouse suites.  Only Jubal followed; all the others, thirty and more, stayed around the stereo tank.  Mike paused at the door.  There was a hall table there, with a pitcher of water and glasses, a dish of fruit and a fruit knife. "Better not come any farther," he advised Jubal, "or Patty would have to escort you back through her pets."