"Suspicion is wrong," I told Mabel. "All the time. That's what that article we read a couple months ago in _Your World_ said. Remember you and I decided we'd never be suspicious. Maybe that's the reason we're happy--if dirty. We don't suspect anybody of anything if we can help it--and now's no time to start. The monster is baby's friend." * * * * * Mabel shuddered. "Okay," she said. "But I'm still worried about getting dinner in the oven. Bill's liable to--" "Hah, now you're being suspicious," I said, lousy with virtue. "Quit worrying. I'm going to call Harry again." This time I was a lot calmer. I decided to trust the universe a little more. I dialed Harry's number again. A scratchy male voice answered: "Sorry, dis dimension is in use. Would ya please get off da line?" I dug a few trenches and established a line of fire. "Listen," I said. "I'm in trouble." "A dame," he said wonderingly. "Yeah, a dame," I cried. "What's so unusual about a dame? Why does every male in Kingdom Come get that note in his voice when he talks with a dame? Sure I'm a dame, a good-looking dame! I'd like to punch you in the eye to prove it!" He laughed. He must have turned away from the 'phone. "It's a dame." "Okay, find out what she wants." "Spill it," he said into the 'phone. I spilled it. "What's that address again?" he asked. I told him. "Naw, naw," he said impatiently. "The planet. The _planet_. And the year." I told him. He must have turned away from the 'phone again, because I heard him say off-stage, "They're only ten years away." I was numb. He came back on the line. "And what's dis about a baby monster? Fur? Scales? A trunk? The size of Harry, Jr.? Ma'am, we'll be there in a jiff," and he hung up. Mabel was nervously hanging on my ear, but I didn't get a chance to answer her questions. The door in the living room opened and they walked in. For a second I saw a ship that looked like a cake-pan, hanging in the grey steam. Then they closed the door and grinned at us. Instinctively, Mabel and I tried to shrink our bust-lines. "Hello," said the tall one. He scratched at his hairy chest and grinned wider. He was carrying a piece of machinery that looked like a camera on a tripod. "Lemme introduce myself," he said. "Jake Comstock. We come over to do you dames a favor. We'll kick you back where you belong." "Yeah," I said, "I'll bet." "And this here is Beany Rocine. He's my partner. We--uh--work together." "Hi dere," said Beany. "Where's da monster?" "Introductions," said Jake, casting him a hard look. "Manners." So I introduced us. "I'm Mrs. Weaver," I said. "And this is my neighbor, Mrs. Aspectia."