At this moment the voice ceased and Ralph's faceplate became clear. Somewhere in the Teleservice company's central office the connection had been broken. After several vain efforts to restore it Ralph was about to give up in disgust and leave the Telephot when the instrument began to glow again. But instead of the face of his friend there appeared that of a vivacious beautiful girl. She was in evening dress and behind her on a table stood a lighted lamp. Startled at the face of an utter stranger, an unconscious Oh! escaped her lips, to which Ralph quickly replied: "I beg your pardon, but 'Central' seems to have made another mistake. I shall certainly have to make a complaint about the service." Her reply indicated that the mistake of "Central" was a little out of the ordinary, for he had been swung onto the Intercontinental Service as he at once understood when she said, "_Pardon, Monsieur, je ne comprends pas!_" He immediately turned the small shining disc of the Language Rectifier on his instrument till the pointer rested on "_French_." "The service mistakes are very annoying," he heard her say in perfect English. Realizing however, that she was hardly being courteous to the pleasant looking young man who was smiling at her she added, "But sometimes Central's 'mistakes' may be forgiven, depending, of course, on the patience and courtesy of the other person involved." This, Ralph appreciated, was an attempt at mollification with perhaps a touch of coquetry. Nevertheless he bowed in acknowledgment of the pretty speech. She was now closer to the faceplate and was looking with curious eyes at the details of the laboratory--one of the finest in the world. "What a strange place! What is it, and where are you?" she asked naïvely. "New York," he drawled. "That's a long way from here," she said brightly. "I wonder if you know where I am?" "I can make a pretty shrewd guess," he returned. "To begin with, before I rectified your speech you spoke French, hence you are probably French. Secondly, you have a lamp burning in your room although it is only four o'clock in the afternoon here in New York. You also wear evening dress. It must be evening, and inasmuch as the clock on your mantelpiece points to nine I would say you are in France, as New York time is five hours ahead of French time." "Clever, but not quite right. I am not French nor do I live in France. I am Swiss and I live in western Switzerland. Swiss time, you know, is almost the same as French time." Both laughed. Suddenly she said: "Your face looks so familiar to me, it seems I must have seen you before." "That is possible," he admitted somewhat embarrassed. "You have perhaps seen one of my pictures." "How stupid of me!" she exclaimed. "Why of course I should have recognized you immediately. You are the great American inventor, Ralph 124C 41+." He again smiled and she continued: