"I'll bet," Ross muttered. He, too, was working at his element of compounding the serum. "Yeah, they will, Buster," Crowley said truculently. "And they're going to want to show it. You ever seen one of those movies like 'Ben Hur' back in Roman days? Can you imagine everybody in the whole country thinking you were the best guy ever lived? You know, like an Emperor." "Like Caligula," Dr. Braun said softly. "I don't know any of their names, but they really had it made. Snap your fingers and there's a big banquet with the best floor show in the world. Snap your fingers and here comes the sexiest dames in Hollywood. Snap your fingers and some big entertainment like a chariot race, or something. Once I put this over, the Common Man Party, that's the way people are going to feel about me and want to treat me." "And if they don't, you'll make them?" Ross said sarcastically. "You're too smart for your own britches, egghead," Crowley snarled. He looked at his watch. "Let's get this rolling. I got to get on down to the city and start this caper going." Ross handed a test tube to Dr. Braun and began stripping the gloves from his hands. "That's my contribution," he said. Patricia had already delivered hers. Dr. Braun combined them, then heated the compound, adding a distillate of his own. He said, "When this cools...." Crowley crossed the room to the door and said something to the guard there. He returned in a moment with an anthropoid ape in a cage. He sat it on the table and looked at them. "O.K.," he said to Braun, his voice dangerous. "Let's see you inject the monk with this new batch of serum." Braun raised his eyebrows. The other watched him narrowly, saying nothing further. Dr. Braun shrugged, located a hypodermic needle and prepared it. In a matter of moments, the animal was injected. Ross Wooley said sourly, "Don't you trust your fellow man, Don?" "No, I don't, and stop calling me Don. It's Dan. Daniel Crowley." The three of them looked at him in bewilderment. The ape was beginning to shimmer as though he was being seen through a window wet with driving rain. "Don's my goody-goody brother. Used to live in the same house with me, but ever since we were kids and I got picked up on a juvenile delinquent rap for swiping a car, he's been snotty. Anyway, now he's moved out to Frisco." Patricia blurted, "But ... but you let us believe you were Donald...." He brushed it off with a flick of his hand. "You said you had some deal where I could make me some money. O.K., I was between jobs." The ape was invisible now. Crowley peered in at him. "Seems to work, all right." Dr. Braun sighed. "I am not a Borgia, Daniel Crowley." "You're not a what?" "Never mind. I wouldn't poison even you, if that is what you feared."