condensed master

Will Bonner
the better he was hoping!
It was a hot afternoon, the sun at it's peak when he turned into the street.
Preston was an older suburb and the buildings reflected that fact. Some of the
weatherboard houses looked in need of repair and a coat of paint, but all enjoyed
fairly large plots of land. The house in question appeared to be a standard three
bedroom bungalow, standing well back from the road. Pulling into the driveway
Will got out and walked towards the house. He had only taken half a dozen paces
when a young man stepped out from the back and ran towards him, leaving Will
in no doubt that he had been waiting for his arrival.
He was short and stocky, with broad shoulders. As he approached with
outstretched hand he seemed to be bubbling over with enthusiasm. Gripping Will
by the hand he shook it so violently, it was painful. "Will Brenner?"
"Yes. Adam Beresford?"
"Yes. I know you, I've seen you before."
"Where would that be?"
"You're a member of the Institute of Sound Engineers. I saw you at one of the
lectures and also when you gave a technical demonstration there. I was at a lecture
at Electronic Industries one night when you were there too."
Will was taken aback by this young man's highly developed interest in
technical gatherings that were conducted around town. Whilst all this was going on
he was energetically leading Will to a building situated some distance from the
back of the main house. They walked through the first section which consisted of
living quarters, Adam explaining. "I live here, my parents live in the house," then
through to quite a large room equipped as an electronics workshop. Will glanced
around and was impressed.
It would have served a fully qualified engineer well, let alone an apprentice.
Adam began enthusing about the equipment and a new project he had just started
and Will realized that if he didn't take control of the situation it could go on ad
infinitum. "Shall we sit down somewhere so that we can talk?"
Adam stopped abruptly, the blank look on his face indicating that his brain had
changed pace and was starting to think that there were matters to discuss, other
than electronics. They retired to his living-room and sat down. If I pump him for
information the others will find out. Margaret hadn't given him any other
information about Adam, other than technical, they would no doubt question him
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