"Senator Thebold's started campaigning to be named U.S. Ambassador to Superior. I heard him talking to the man from the _New York Times_. I suspect they'll give it to him--they'll need his influence to get Senate approval of the treaty with the Gizls." "I had a little talk with Jen Jervis," Alis said. "She's radiant, have you noticed? The Senator finally asked her to marry him. That's all that was the matter with her--Bobby the Bold had left her hanging by her thumbs too long." "I guess he did." Don sought a way to get the conversation away from Jen Jervis. "Where's Doc Bendy? He certainly turned out to be a disappointment." "Poor Doc!" Alis said. "He's always the first to form a committee. But then his enthusiasm wears off and he goes back to the bottle. Only now he's got a keg." Don snapped his fingers. "The keg. I almost forgot about that matter duplicator. If it can give you perfume and Doc rum.... Come on. Let's reopen negotiations with the Master." They found the old man surrounded by a group of reporters, being charmingly evasive with the science editor of _Time_. Professor Garet had now joined this group, where he listened as eagerly as a student. The Master was showing the vault-like chamber in which he had spent the generations since the spaceships left Gorel-zed. He let them examine the coffin-sized drawer that had been his bed and indicated the others where the younger ones still slept, awaiting the birth of their new planet. Don counted fewer than three dozen drawers. "Is that all?" he asked. "Infants and children take up less room," the Master said. "There are two or three in each drawer, and still others in the ships that never come to Earth. Even so, we number fewer than a thousand." "But you have the matter duplicator," Don said. "Won't it work on people?" "Unfortunately, no. Transubstantiation has never worked on living cells. Don't think we haven't tried. We shall have to encourage early marriages and hope for a high birth rate." "Now about this transubstantiator," the _Time_ man said, and Garet's head cocked in delight, apparently at the resounding sound of the word. "What's the principle? You don't have to give away the secret--just give me a general idea." The Master shook his head. Don asked, "What will you trade for the transubstantiator and the paralysis scepter you gave Hector?" The old man smiled. "Not even New York," he said. "Our moral code couldn't permit us to trade either. Earth has enough problems already." "Offer him the formula for fusion," Frank Fogarty's voice said from the Pentagon. The old man shuddered. "I heard that," he said. "No, thank you, Mr. Secretary!" "This is the _clean_ bomb," Fogarty said. "It ought to come in very handy in construction work on your new planet." "We will try to manage in our own way," the Master said. He asked Garet, "Wouldn't you say that magnology was sufficient for our purposes, Professor?"