Patiently, and speaking more clearly than before, Algernon stopped the flow of words by interjecting another query. “Want an’thin’ p’ticular?” he asked. “Yes! I want help quick--right this minute,” she answered. “My leg is broken and I can’t move, and there is a nasty big tiger on the ledge right over my head just ready to spring on me and eat me up! I was flying west in my big ’plane, and I was out of our district where everybody knows me and papa has them all ‘fixed,’ and I was away out here where nobody knows me, and one of those beastly ‘Purity League’ sleuths caught me powdering my nose, and he chased me, and I ‘stepped on the gas’ and hit the two-hundred-miles-an-hour clip, and I thought of that new ‘Electric Spark-screen Broadcaster’ you had attached to the ’plane, and I turned that loose, and then I circled behind the screen, and that brute must have chased me into the ocean, for I ran straight into this mountain before I could see where I was going, and I fell a thousand feet or more, and I broke my leg so I can’t move, and that horrid tiger--” Algernon’s stoppage of the verbal torrent was decidedly impatient this time. “Shay lis’en,” he broke in. “If you don’t tell where at, I can’t find you. Tell in code.” “Ain’t I telling you just as fast as I can?” she retorted. “I’ve been talking just as fast as I could make my tongue go ever since you finally answered me, and you took an awful long time in answering, and I can’t tell you where I am at if you don’t let me talk, and I think you are a brute, and I believe you are still drunk, and here is the location in code: ‘693-1-41: 396-1-141: 356-1-22: 690-2-142: and be sure you put it down on paper right away so you don’t forget, and--” But Algernon had “hung up.” By now he was sober enough to realize that he was not sober enough for the task in hand, so he quickly snapped the bracelets of an “Electric Regenerator” around his wrists, set the regulator at “2 seconds,” lapsed into unconsciousness--and awoke at the end of that time an entirely different man, as the result of the equivalent of two nights’ natural sleep. * * * * * His first move on awakening was to reach for a button in the desk before him marked “Package Transporter”; but he paused with the movement half completed, as a look of pain distorted his face. For a moment he clasped both hands across his forehead, moaning, in helpless misery: “My God! What a headache!”