"Even so," said Maddox thoughtfully, "we're stuck. Supposing we were to kill him? It's obviously impossible in that room. It is equally impossible for him to escape nor can we arrange it." "What we need is a person who might be quite willing to murder Bronson in cold blood for the sake of murder itself--or even better, for some mundane motive." "What about the characters from Earth Two?" suggested Maddox. "Let's find 'em," snapped Kingston, apparently struck with an idea. Maddox had little trouble in locating Moray. He looked in on Peter Moray for a moment, and then went in search of Virginia. Virginia, apparently, had disappeared. It was quite impossible to search every possible place in Albuquerque for a glimpse of Virginia and, after covering the pathway to and from Bronson's cottage to the police station and thence to the police hospital, Maddox gave up and returned to Moray, who had stopped speaking to Cauldron. As Moray turned away from the equipment, the telephone rang, and he went to it, wondering. Moray lifted the phone and said, gingerly, "Yes? This is the Brons--" "Moray! This is Virginia. I'm going to dig Bronson out of the clink and bring him home. You hide or at least lie low. Follow?" "Where are you?" Virginia named an address. Kingston snapped, "Get that address--quick. Know where it is?" "Heck," drawled Maddox insolently, "This is the same Albuquerque. Sure I know the address." The video screen showed a blur, and settled on the showroom of a ladies' apparel shop. Virginia was just hanging up the telephone and Maddox whistled. "Knockout," he said succinctly. "She got the works," grinned Kingston. "Thanks to her we can watch." "Well," said Maddox thoughtfully, "there goes your party with murderous intent, and quite worldly too." Kingston nodded. "That automatic in her bag isn't an unaccustomed weapon," he said thoughtfully. "And she can and will claim attack. Self defense...." Clad in a printed silk that graced her svelte body caressingly, with the sheerest of hose, the seams of which ran die-true down from the hem of her dress to her sandal-shod, tiny feet, Virginia Carlson of Earth Two was well on her way to being the most fetching woman in three worlds. Her hair had been coiffed to perfection and her face had been made up by an expert. Virginia looked soft and sweet and perfect. She was a sight that made men turn to watch but not to whistle because she radiated some quality that rendered the wolf-whistle a definite insult. Then, patting the automatic confidently, Virginia turned down along the street once more and headed for the police hospital. Though she could not know it, the plane of focus of the video resonator followed her. Maddox and Kingston were watching her as she went. "Once this is finished," thought Virginia, "I shall enjoy living like this!"