Ross Wooley felt the argument going against him and lashed back. "We've been over and over this, what's your point?" Patricia said doggedly, "The same point I tried to make from the beginning. This discovery must not be generally released. We'll simply have to suppress it." * * * * * The door opened behind them. They turned. Nothing was there. Ross, scowling, lumbered to his feet to walk over and close it. "Hey, take it easy," a voice laughed. "Don't walk right into a guy." Ross stopped, startled. Dr. Braun and Patricia stood up and stared, too. Crowley laughed. "You all look like you're seeing a ghost." Ross rumbled a grudging chuckle. "It'd be all right if we _saw_ the ghost, it's not seeing you that's disconcerting." The air began to shimmer, somewhat like heat on the desert's face. Crowley said, "Hey, the stuff's wearing off. Where're my clothes?" "Where you left them. There in that bedroom," Ross said. "We'll wait for you." He went back and rejoined his associates. The door to the bedroom opened, there was a shimmering, more obvious now, and then the door closed behind it. "He rejoined us just in time," Dr. Braun murmured. "Another ten minutes and he would have ... umah ... _materialized_ down on the street." Ross hadn't finished the discussion. He said, his face in all but pout, "What you don't realize, Pat, is the world has gone beyond the point where scientific discoveries can be suppressed. If we try to keep the lid on this today, the Russians or Chinese, or somebody, will hit on it tomorrow." Patricia said impatiently, "Good heavens, let's don't bring the Cold War into it." Ross opened his mouth to snap something back at her, closed it again and shrugged his bulky shoulders angrily. In a matter of less than ten minutes the bedroom door reopened and this time a grinning Crowley emerged, fully dressed. He said, "Man, that was a devil of an experience!" They saw him to a chair and had him talk it all through. He was candid enough, bubbling over with it all. In the some eleven and a half hours he'd been on his own, he had covered quite an area of Manhattan. Evidently the first hour had been spent in becoming used to the startling situation. He couldn't even see himself, which, to his surprise affected walking and even use of his hands. You had to get used to it. Then there was the fact that he was nude and _felt_ nude and hence uncomfortable walking about in mixed pedestrian traffic. But that phase passed. Early in the game he found that there was small percentage in getting into crowds. It led to all sorts of complications, including the starting of minor rows, one person thinking another was pushing when it was simply a matter of Crowley trying to get out from underfoot.