* * * * * Harvey turned a knob on the face of the scarred radio. After several squeals of spatial figures, a smooth voice began: "There are omnious pleajes of moby-hailegs in sonmirand which, howgraismon, are notch to be donfured miss ellasellabell in either or both hagasanipaj, by all means. This does not refly, on the brother man, nat or mizzafil saces are denuded by this ossifaligo...." Harvey switched off the set determinedly. "Wait a minute!" Johnson begged. "I almost got it then!" "I dislike being commercial," said Harvey, "but this astounding device still belongs to us. Would we not be foolish to let you discover the clue before purchasing the right to do so?" The mayor nodded indecisively, looking at the radio with agonized longing. "How much do you want?" he asked unhappily. "One thousand buckos, and no haggling. I am not in the mood." Johnson opened his mouth to argue; then, seeing Harvey's set features, paid with the worst possible grace. "Don't you think we ought to tell him about the batteries, Harv?" Joe asked. "What about the batteries?" demanded Johnson with deadly calm. "A very small matter," Harvey said airily. "You see, we have been analyzing these broadcasts for three years. In that time, of course, the batteries are bound to weaken. I estimate these should last not less than one Terrestrial month, at the very least." "What do I do then?" Harvey shrugged. "Special batteries are required, which I see Joseph has by chance brought along. For the batteries, the only ones of their kind left in the system, I ask only what they cost--one hundred and ninety-nine buckos, no more and, on the other hand, no less." Johnson was breathing hard, and his hand hovered dangerously near his gun. But he paid the amount Harvey wanted. Moreover, he actually shook hands when the two panacea purveyors collected their six-armed prize and said goodbye. Before they were outside, however, he had turned on the radio and was listening tensely to a woman's highly cultured, though rather angry voice, saying: "Oh, you hannaforge are all beasa-taga-sanimort. If you rue amount it, how do you respench a pure woman to ansver go-samak--" "I'll get it!" they heard Johnson mutter. Then the sound of giant feet crossing the barroom floor reached their ears, and a shrill question: "What's that, Papa?" "A fortune, Jed! Those fakers are damned fools, selling us a thing like--" Joe gazed at Harvey admiringly. "Another one sold? Harv, that spiel pulls them in like an ether storm!" Together with the remarkable planetoid man, they reached the ship. Above them, dark, tumbling shapes blotted out the stars and silently moved on. Joe opened the gangway door. "Come on in, pal," he said to Genius. "We're shoving off." The planetoid man grinned foolishly. "Can't go arong with you," he said with an apologetic manner. "I rike to, but pressure fratten me out if I go." "What in solar blazes are you talking about?" Harvey asked.