"Maybe," Bendy said. "Anyhow I appreciate your frankness in introducing us to Gizl and what he modestly describes as his meager knowledge. Since you've already admitted that he's the one who provided the big feed, will you ease Alis's mind now and assure her that what she was eating wasn't Negusburger?" "Negusburger?" The king laughed. "Is that what you thought, Alis?" "Not really," she said. "But I couldn't help wondering where all the food came from all of a sudden." "Over here." The king led them to the corner where Gizl had sunk from sight. The top of the elevator, now level with the floor, blended exactly with the linoleum tile. "I don't know how it works, but Gizl and his people have their headquarters down there somewhere. All I have to do is place the order and up comes food or whatever I need. Would you like to try it?" "Love to," Bendy said. "What shall I ask for?" "Anything." "Anything?" "Anything at all." "Well." Bendy looked impressed. "This will take a moment of thought. How about a gallon--no, as long as I'm asking I might as well ask for a keg--of rum, 151 proof." Up it came, complete with spigot and tankard. "Fabulous!" Bendy said. He rolled it out of the elevator and the elevator went down again. "Let me try!" Alis said. "If Doc can get a keg, I ought to be able to have--oh, say a pint of Channel No. 5. Would that be too extravagant?" "A simple variation in formula, I should think," the king said. What came up for Alis didn't look in the least like an expensive Paris perfume. In fact, it looked like a lard pail with a quantity of liquid sloshing lazily in it. But its aroma belied its looks. "Oh, heaven!" Alis said. "Smell it!" She lifted it by its handle, stuck a finger in it and rubbed behind each ear. "It's a bit overpowering by the pint," Bendy said. He'd drained off part of a tankard of rum and looked quite at peace with the world. "You'd better get yourself a chaperone, Alis, if you're going to carry that around with you." "I'll admit they're not very good in the packaging department, but that's just a quibble. Could I have--how many ounces in a pint?--sixteen one-ounce stoppered bottles? And a little funnel?" "Easiest thing in the world," the king said. "Don? Anything you'd like at the same time? Save it a trip." "I've got an idea, Your Majesty, but I don't know whether you'd approve. Even though I work in a bank, I've never seen a ten thousand dollar bill. Do you think they could whip one up?" "I really don't know," Hector said. "It could upset the economy if we let the money get out of hand. But we can always send it right back. Let's see what happens." The elevator came up with the bottles, the funnel and a green and gold bill. It was, on the face of it, a ten thousand dollar bill. But the portrait was that of Hector Civek, crowned and ermined. And the legend on it was: