"Certainly I'll be watching. That doll is almost as beautiful as you are, and I keep thinking how nice it would be if we were on Mars." "We're not," she said. "And we won't ever be." "Alas!" he said glumly. "And alack!" "You're as funny as a crutch," she said, stuffing the last of her belongings into her bag. "You ought to get yourself a job as a comedian." "Oh, I've already got a job," he said airily. "Oh?" "Yes." She stood there, poised as if to leave, but not actually translating the poise into action. "Where?" she asked, setting down her bag with a defiant slam. "I could use a good secretary," he said. "Tell me where you're working," she demanded impatiently. "I'm starting my own business in television producing," he said. "And I'll never make it go without a competent secretary, and ..." he put his hands behind his back, "... look, no hands." "I'll take the job," she said. "And what are you doing for your first show?" "Give me time," he grinned. "I just this minute started the new company." "I thought so," she said calmly. "Well, how about the Big Show?" "The Big Show!" "Why not?" "Who'll we get for a sponsor?" he asked sarcastically. "How about Sunbathing Magazine?" she suggested. He looked at her wide-eyed. "Sunbathing Magazine!" he gasped. "Of course. With all this publicity, their circulation will zoom to the moon, if they just grab it--and it's up to you to see that they do!" "Baby," he said wonderingly, "I just don't know how to take you." "Don't try it," she said, picking up a letter-knife and toying with it. * * * * * Exactly one week later the Martians dropped all their previously scheduled commercials, and put on the first of the new commercials. As Roy Mallory reclined in the contour chair atop the roof of his newly rented office, Edith Miller suddenly appeared at his side and looked around. "Where's my chair?" she asked. He leaped to his feet. "I didn't think you cared to watch the Big Show," he said. "I only ordered one chair. You're always yelling about extravagance...." "All right," she said. "I'll sit on the parapet." "You'll get a stiff neck." "I've already got one," she said. "I'll say you have," he said disgustedly. "But why not forget all that? This chair is big enough for two." "I don't need this job that bad." He grunted and sat down in the chair again. "Okay. But tell me if your neck does get stiff--I'll change off with you, fifty-fifty." "Fair enough," she said. The show began, and there was silence on the roof. Edith watched calmly, and Roy divided his attention between watching her and the show. As the show progressed, it became obvious that the script was perfect for the new sponsor. "We'll make a million on that percentage agreement," said Edith. "Two million," said Roy. "I think I'll make you a partner for that bit of masterminding." "Keep it," she said. "And by the way, isn't that the roof of the Sunbathing Magazine building over there?"