On the night of August 15 we were all with Kean in the Miami War Department. He was ready to start back to Xenephrene with the purple globe. Zetta and I were sure that we had destroyed the Red Control; Graff could not use it again. Earth had no further need of the purple. Nature would hold our ether-plane at normality, as it always had before. But not so on Xenephrene. Its Infra-red world would not, like earth's remain hidden. What we had been through soon would be coming upon them. Xenephrene was very far from earth now; it would take Kean a month to get there. Opposition developed in Miami to our sending the purple globe away so soon. But it was overruled; Kean was told to take it and go. He stood before us, bidding good-by. The same quiet dignity he always bore was on him. He turned to our officials who were gathered in a group to wish him well. "My worl' has brought great disaster upon you. I am sorry. I think you will defeat Graff easily now. I hope so." Our air force was to start at Graff within a day or two; we were all tense with the thought of it. Kean said good-by to Zetta; shook her hand in our earth fashion. "You choose a ver' wonderful worl', Zetta--and a man ver' good." A wave of color swept her, but he turned away. His gaze went to Dan and Hulda, who were standing together. "I shall never see you again. I think now, Dan, at the las', you will not mind if I say how ver' much I--love Hulda." Dan's hand went out and gripped his heartily. "No, of course not, Kean. You--you are very complimentary. I mean, Hulda and I appreciate how manly--" Dan was floundering. Good old Freddie came to the rescue. He clapped Kean on the back. "Kean, listen. You think you're going back to Xenephrene to eat your heart out over a girl you didn't get. That the idea?" "Why, I--" "Well, listen. Look at me--I'm a bachelor." A gleam of humor came to Kean's blue eyes. "I understan', Freddie." "Good. Now, listen. I've got some advice for you--the advice of a man who's a bachelor and always will be. I've got some deep theories about women--" Freddie winked broadly at Zetta and Hulda. "All women are marvelous things, Kean--one is as good as another, and maybe better. Remember that! You'll save yourself a lot of trouble in life. And if you miss out with one, just stand still--another one will be along in a minute!" The strain we had all been under for so long made us laugh immoderately. All but Kean. He was twinkling; but his voice was quietly solemn. "I thank you, Freddie. It is ver' good advice." He bowed quaintly; his fingers barely touched Hulda's outstretched hand. He left us hastily. * * * * *