Jay didn't bother to ask where they were going. He followed the Tribune out the door and into the hall. On the wall just outside the door, was a black box. Two squares cut into it shone with a faint white light. Ilaria paused and shielded the lighted areas a moment with his hand, and Jay saw the light go out in the room they had just left. Ilaria closed the door. As he turned, Jay saw the white letters PR emblazoned on the back of his cloak. "This way," he said. Jay noticed that Ilaria walked on his right, so that the Tribune's gun was between them. "The way I said Time, it _is_ capitalized. It means all the Time since the beginning. It's a corporation, like your Duo-Point. Only much larger, and much less known. Our job is to learn." "That's a big order," Jay commented. "You learn by--borrowing--emissaries?" Ilaria laughed again. "Thanks for the phraseology, but it wouldn't worry me if you called it 'kidnaping' or 'shanghaiing.' You're right, of course. We learn by sending men from this age to other ones, and by pulling men from other ages to this one. Doctor Schink is our Emissary to 1954. His real name is Clyde Gabrinaldi. Borley is our contact there ... rather, then." "Well I'll be damned! I've gone to Clyde a lot of times for advice." The left corner of Ilaria's mouth pulled back as his grin widened. "Umn hmn. He's married, too. With a child. He's there for good." Jay was afraid to ask if emissaries from the past to 2054 were "there for good" too. He changed the subject. "You started to tell me before--" "Oh, yes. I'm to be your teacher and companion. But I'll try to give you a quick fill-in. Our world of 2054 is quite different from yours. And, we hope, in better shape. We've proved that the only way to maintain world peace is by world government. And the only successful type of government is a dictatorship." Jay gasped. "You mean the entire world--has reverted to _dictatorship_?" Ilaria laughed. "Not _reverted_. We finally accepted it as the only logical form of government for an entire world." "What happens when the dictator goes wild? He always has." The smile was there again. "You're not quite ready for that," Ilaria told him. "But, it has been taken into consideration." Out of the corner of his eye, Jay saw the slight puff of Ilaria's chest, the self-satisfied square of his shoulders, the quick set of his jaw. He wondered what part Tribune Kevin Ilaria played in the 'dictator control' this world had provided. "The system has worked and is working. See this?" They turned a corner in the corridor and faced a great domed room. On the far wall hung a white tapestry of something like 40 x 40 foot dimensions. On it, emblazoned in letters of red and yellow made to look like flame, were the characters PPB. In the lower right-hand corner, in white outlined with blue, was the same PR that Ilaria wore. Jay waited for the Tribune's explanation.