Beyond any doubt the old woman was in trouble. Four policemen were telling her off; and then a radio car came and they bundled her into it. “That’s tough,” Baldy murmured. “How’s she gonna explain it? She’ll wind up in Bellevue.” “Well, he didn’t intend it,” Lisbeth said. Then she turned on me. “Why don’t you go down there and do something about it? Get her off--you can just tell them--” “Not me,” I said. “You go. And I’ll come to the asylum and try and get you out. This whole thing is crazy, and anybody connected with it--” “It may be crazy, but it works,” Baldy declared. “Listen, you lugs, don’t you realize what we’ve got? A gold mine! Fame! Fortune! Why listen, we’ll put Porky in the movies--” “I don’t want to go in the movies,” Porky said. “I just want to get rid of--” “He doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to,” Lisbeth put in. “That’s silly,” I told Baldy. “What would it look like in the movies? Like nothing. Just trick photography.” “Well then, vaudeville,” Baldy declared. “The scientific wonder of the age. He takes possession of various people in the audience--” “Wouldn’t _that_ make a hit with them!” I retorted. “It would not!” “I’ll bet we could get a thousand a week for it,” Baldy insisted. “I won’t do it,” Porky said. “I’d wind up in the insane asylum, or in jail. Listen, I came here to see Ray, just to ask him would he please--” * * * * * It was then that the big idea came to me. The war! Money is a wonderful thing, but what with all the publicity the war gets, naturally it’s on your mind even more than money. How could we use Porky’s gift to help with the war? I’ve always had a vivid imagination, and this thing seemed suddenly to give it an immense stimulus. Lisbeth was about to tell Baldy and me again that Porky didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to do, but I silenced her. “Look here, Porky,” I demanded, “why did you make that old woman direct traffic?” “I dunno, it just occurred to me. When I was a kid I always wanted to be a policeman when I grew up.” “That’s it!” Baldy exclaimed. “His subconscious! You see--” I interrupted him. “Porky, listen, could you take possession of somebody who’s out of sight?” “Sure I could,” he agreed readily. “Remember? I told you--that woman in the room above me, arguing with her husband. I couldn’t see them.” “All right. Now then, could you--” Baldy interrupted me. He happened to be looking out the window. Down the street from me there’s an Undertaking Parlour, with a Neon sign of ghastly green. “Say,” he exclaimed, “here’s a thought! I wonder could he take possession of a corpse, for instance? There’s probably one over there in that Undertaker’s place. Suppose he made it come walking out! Think of how wonderful it would--” “I’m thinking about it and I won’t do it,” Porky declared. “I should say not,” Lisbeth agreed. “Dad, listen, he’s told you ten times all he wants is to--”