"Barbara Wilson," Malone said, "and Yucca Flats. I ought to be able to get a fast plane." He shrugged. "Or maybe teleport," he added. "Sure," Boyd said. "But on a night with so many troubles--" "Oh, King Henry," Malone said, "hearken. A man who looks as historical as you do ought to know a little history." "Such as?" Boyd said, bristling slightly. "There have always been troubles," Malone said. "In the Eighth Century, it was Saracens; in the Fourteenth, the Black Death. Then there was the Reformation, and the Prussians in 1870, and the Spanish in 1898, and--" "And?" Boyd said. Malone took a deep breath. He could almost feel the court dress flowing over him, as the court manners did. Lady Barbara, after all, attendant to Her Majesty, would expect a certain character from him. After a second, he had it. "In 1914, it was enemy aliens," said Sir Kenneth Malone. THE END * * * * * End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Occasion for Disaster, by Gordon Randall Garrett and Laurence Mark Janifer