"I've known Phil most of my life," Lin said. "He's all right. Anyway, you know the thing's indestructible on this plane." Dorothy hesitated, then reluctantly nodded her agreement. Lin yanked the folded paper from under his shirt. Phil took it, unfolded it curiously, and frowned at the strange typewritten characters on it. "You say it's indestructible?" he asked after a moment. "We tried to tear it, to burn it, and to cut it with the scissors," Lin said. "All it does is bend." Phil tried to tear it, cautiously at first, then exerting every ounce of strength in his fingers. He gave up and examined the paper with a new respect in his eyes. "I almost think I believe your tall tale," he said musingly. He dipped a finger in his cocktail and rubbed it over the characters on the paper. Though they became wet they didn't blur or fade. He took out his lighter and touched the corner of the paper to the flame. When it didn't char he touched it again and let the flame play on one corner for a moment, then touched the corner with his fingers. "Just warm," he grunted. He began folding the paper up the way it had been. "Of course there's one way I could help you," he said slowly. "You could let me keep this. I could hide it where even you wouldn't know how to find it. That way when this character catches up with you it's out of your hands." "That's an idea," Lin said. "But we would know you had it. Maybe he could worm it out of us and then he'd be after you. And it wouldn't be your life that hung in the balance." "True enough," Phil said. He cupped the folded paper in his hand, closing his fingers over it. "There's one or two points I'm not clear on, Lin. You say you grabbed it when it was still in Fate's fingers, and that's when that part tore off? You were able to tear it then. Why can't you now?" "I don't know," Lin said. "Things are different over there, I guess. It burns over there, too, remember. In that flame." "Yes, I know," Phil said. "I just--" A terrified gasp from Dorothy interrupted what he had been about to say. Her eyes were wide and round, and fixed on the entrance across the room. "Fairchild!" Lin gasped. * * * * * Phil turned his head and glanced briefly at the man who stood there surveying the occupants of the room. He got swiftly to his feet just as Fairchild saw them and started toward them. "Well, goodbye, kids," he said casually. But his broad wink warned them to let him escape with the paper that was still hidden in the palm of his hand. "Give me back--" Lin blurted. But Phil was hurrying toward the entrance, passing Hugo Fairchild. Lin sighed in relief as Phil made it to the door and vanished. "Well, well," Fairchild said. "I finally tracked you two down. So you're married now." He slid into the seat Phil had occupied. "Yes, we're married," Lin said coldly. "And we want to be alone."