The phone rang. Young Frank answered, then said: "You have the wrong room. This is 417." But the caller didn't have the wrong room. He had asked the switchboard operator for Frank Sinatra Jr., and Frank had inadvertently told him what he wanted to know.
In the next 30 minutes, while the kid napers were setting themselves up and closing in, Frank Sinatra's 19-year-old son ate a room-service chicken dinner. A professional singer himself for all of seven months, he was traveling with the Tommy Dorsey orchestra, which was in the sixth day...
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