“Not for five dollars, you wouldn’t,” said Miss Alderman with a half-smile. “Besides, you’re not the type.” “Dammit, do you have to remind me now?” he said. He settled lower in his seat and wished he had a hat to pull over his eyes. He wished Nancy Alderman weren’t so damnably puritanic. He wished.... Moments later, Mrs. Nancy Hamilton leaned across him and made sure his jacket would not get rumpled while he slept. Transcriber’s note: This etext was produced from Fantastic Universe, February 1956 (Vol. 5, No. 1.). Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Obvious errors have been silently corrected in this version, but minor inconsistencies have been retained as printed.