On their way to Mrs. Ponder’s they passed first the offices of the Maysville _Bugler_, of which Adrian was now owner, and then the Hall’s newly-financed home. A little later Adrian slowed the car to give Mr. Marcus a closer look at a neighborhood billboard advertising the excellence of Maysville’s own dance band, a five-piece combo of which Jay Kirby seemed to be both originator and conductor. Jay’s face, smiling and assured and with no trace of its old crippling tension, took up a large part of the poster. And a handsome face it was. “Jay is the most popular man in Maysville nowadays,” Adrian explained. “He could be mayor if he liked, but he’d rather play the saxophone.” A year had dulled Mr. Marcus’ perception not at all. “You mean?” he said. “Just so,” Adrian agreed. “It worked out very well, after all. The worst of problems have a way of settling themselves without too much help, have you noticed? It was only a couple of nights after you left that Jay had another of his attacks and woke up with the conviction that he was covered with spiders. And he was, and everyone has been quite happy since.” It was a fair enough ending, Mr. Marcus granted, but his private opinion was that it lacked imagination. Saki, he felt sure, would have handled it better. Transcriber’s note: This etext was produced from Fantastic Universe, February 1956 (Vol. 5, No. 1.). Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Obvious errors have been silently corrected in this version, but minor inconsistencies have been retained as printed.