If he could only communicate with Lenny! But if he did, Dr. Malekrinova would pick up every bit of it, and that would be the end of that. No, he had to figure out some way to get himself and the information both out of the country. Meanwhile, he had to keep thinking of an animated necktie. And he had to keep singing. "_Thereupon, the jewelers' nether joints all quaked and knocked together, As they packed their Saratogas in lugubrious despair. It was ever their misfortune to be pillaged by extortion, And they thought they smelled a rodent on the sultry desert air._" Lenny Poe shoved open the door of Colonel Spaulding's outer office with a violence that startled Sergeant Nugget. "Is Spaulding in?" he barked. "I think he's expecting you," she said. There was no time to buzz the colonel; Poe was already opening the door. "Rafe's in trouble!" Lenny said hurriedly, slamming the door behind him. "Where have you been?" snapped the colonel. "Never mind that! Rafe's in trouble, I said! We've gotta figure a way to get him out of it!" Colonel Spaulding dropped all thought of bawling out Poe. "What'd he say? What's the trouble?" "All he's doing is broadcasting that necktie--like an animated cartoon in technicolor. And he's singing." "Singing? Singing what?" "_As they faced the Great Propylon, with an apprehensive smile on, Sculptured there in heiroglyphics six feet wide and nine feet high Was the threat of King Rameses to chop every man to pieces Who, when shown the Royal diamond, would dare refuse to buy._" Colonel Spaulding blinked. "That's pretty. What does it mean?" "Nothing; it's a song, that's all. That female Russian scientist can read Rafe's mind, and he's broadcasting this stuff to cover up!" Quickly, he told Spaulding what the situation was as he had been able to piece it together from Rafe's secondary thoughts. "Ye Gods!" Colonel Spaulding slapped at his brow. Then he grabbed for the telephone and started dialing. Lenny dropped into one of the chairs, closed his eyes, and concentrated. _Rafe! Rafe! Listen to me! Rafe!_ "_Then the richest dealer, Mulai Hassan, eyed the gem and coolly Said, 'The thing is but a common tumbler-bottom, nothing more!' Whereupon, the King's Assassin drew his sword, and Mulai Hassan Never peddled rings again upon the Nile's primeval shore._" But below the interference came Rafe's thoughts. And the one thing of primary importance to him was to get the information on the heat-beam generator to the United States. No bigotry, no matter how strong, is totally impregnable. Even the most narrow-minded racial bigot will make an exception if a person of the despised race risks his own life to save the life of the bigot or someone the bigot loves. The bigotry doesn't collapse--not by a long shot. But an exception is made in that one case.