Grogan had observed the darkening thunderhead of a frown on the wrestler's forehead. "Sam, this may sound a bit childish because the whole thing is childish, but I don't like Ed Finster.... Now wait! I know we've been packing them in with our act, the Russian Bear and Oogie the Caveman. But Ed's been taking the deal a little more seriously than it warrants. Like tonight. He threw a double hammer on me and _really_ used pressure. Nor was tonight the first time. "A week ago in Omaha he almost tore my ears off with a headlock...." Sam Grogan beamed. Allerdyce didn't know it but Sam had been the motivating force behind the grudge which had developed between the two men. Finster had complained one night that the public didn't like him, said that the name he had been given made them mad. Sam had mentioned the name was Oogie's idea. Finster then took personal exception to it and made a personal issue out of it. So the grudge begun in jest developed until it was noticeable to the rest of the troupe. Grogan chuckled and in a few words made clear how the thing started. But the smile was wiped from his lips at Allerdyce's words: "Too late now, Sam. I'd just as soon forget it but not Ed. He's got that excuse for a brain thinking the whole thing is real. I'd suggest you get to work on him before it's too late altogether...." "That bad, huh? Maybe I'd better straighten the yuk out...." * * * * * Flight 243 was well out over the Atlantic, thirty thousand feet below. The super-cruiser _Orion_ of the _TWP_ lines held a full complement of passengers among whom was the wrestling circus of Sam Grogan and his partner Algernon Allerdyce, more affectionately known to the wrestling public as Oogie the Caveman. The hour was for sleep and everyone but two were observing it. These two, Allerdyce and Finster, were in the lounge, playing gin. Finster had challenged Allerdyce to a couple of games to pass the time. But those two games had long been played. Finster played a wild and woolly game, never remembering discards, or trying knocks when they would be to his advantage, but always playing for gin. So it was that Allerdyce had won almost every game. And since they were playing for a cent a point, Finster was out money. That was why they were still playing while the rest had gone to bed. "... I'll knock with two, Ed," Allerdyce said. "Now why the hell didn't you give that ten!" Finster yelled. He held up the discard and looked at it with savage eyes. "That would have ginned me...." Allerdyce shrugged his shoulders and replied: "That's what I figured. Well, Ed, let's call it quits, huh?" "Sure! Call it quits when you got me stuck for dough. But that's the way you operate. Why you yellah...."