He didn't want to stop. He was enjoying himself too much, after all these years, and he was in no mood to stop. But George pulled him away. "She's had enough." Arl was cocky. "Will you be a good girl now, Narka?" The queen sighed and nodded. She had a look of disbelief on her face, but she walked off into the corner of the room. She looked as if she wanted to sit down, but then she thought better of it, and she stood there, sulking. "Quick," George said. He helped Arl gather up the jewels, and even Myra helped, and then Narka was telling Arl, listlessly, where she had gotten them. Arl winked at George, his arms loaded with the treasures, and then he disappeared. * * * * * George opened the door. The cop stalked in, belligerently. "Now, what's going on? What's going on in here, that's what I wanna know!" George frowned. "What do you mean, officer?" "I mean, these jewels." He held out his hand, showing the three expensive items he had caught. "Better explain this good, bud." There was only one thing to do, George thought. "Explain it? Explain what? What jewels are you talking about, officer?" "These damn jewels in my hand, that's what!" The cop held his hand out, showing the two brooches and the necklace. "I don't see any jewels," said George. "Myra, do you see any jewels?" "Huh? Why, of course--not. I don't see anything." "Narka?" The queen looked sullen, but she shook her head. "No." George looked at the policeman. "Tch, tch," he said, shaking his head. "What do you mean, no jewels? You hinting I'm nuts?" "Maybe just a few drinks too many," George suggested, looking at the jewelry. "Why, listen--" But the policeman scratched his head. He didn't see Arl come up behind him. Arl reached out and grabbed the two brooches, the necklace--and then disappeared. The policeman looked at his hand. For a long time he stared at it. His jaw went slack. "Jeez--" he said. "We'll forget it," George told him. "We'll forget all about it. Now just go home and behave yourself--and no drinking on duty, eh officer?" "Yeah. Yeah, sure." The cop went out the door, still staring at his hand. In a moment, Arl was back. Narka looked at him, and George had seen that look in Myra's eyes yesterday at their bungalow. Arl took his wife's arm in a firm grip. "We're going home," he said. She looked dubious, but then she rubbed her posterior, and she smiled ruefully. "Yes, m'lord." Arl shook hands with George, waved to Myra--and then they disappeared. George smiled. "Let that be a lesson to you, dear." Myra kissed him, shyly. They had been married for six years, but it was a shy kiss. "I don't need any lesson, George." "No more Fort? No more psychokinesis?" "No more, if you say so, George." "I say so." "Yes, sir," said Myra. "Yes, sir."