That made my blood tingle. Not only a _Nothing_, but a fugitive, too. Just like in the feelies. I said, “Do you want to hide out at my place?” That brought him around. He looked me over and he actually blushed. Actually! I’d never seen a man blush before. That fellow certainly was loaded with firsts for me. “People might get the wrong idea when I’m caught,” he said. “I’m sure to be caught eventually. I always am.” I was really getting a feeling for that woman-of-the-world part. “Why not enjoy your freedom then?” I asked. I let him see a little more through the circa-twenty slit. He actually turned away! Imagine! That’s when the police came. They didn’t make any fuss. I’d noticed these two men standing just inside the door watching us. Only I’d thought they were watching me. They came across the room and one of them bent over this fellow. “All right, Claude,” he said. “Come quietly.” The other took my arm and said, “You’ll have to come, too, sister.” I jerked away from him. “I’m not your sister,” I said. “Oh, leave her alone, fellows,” said this Claude. “I didn’t tell her anything. She was just trying to pick me up.” “Sorry,” said the cop. “She comes, too.” That’s when I began to get scared. “Look,” I said. “I don’t know what this is all about.” The man showed me the snout of a hypo gun in his pocket. “Stop the commotion and come quietly, sister, or I’ll have to use this,” he said. So who wants to go to sleep? I went quietly, praying we’d run into my father or someone I knew so I could explain things. But no such luck. The police had a plain old jet buggy outside with people clustered around looking at it. A ’porter in the crowd was having fun jiggling the rear end up and down off the ground. He was standing back with his hands in his pockets, grinning. The cop who’d done all the talking just looked toward this ’porter and the fellow lost his grin and hurried away. I knew then the cop was a tele, although he hadn’t touched my mind. They’re awfully sensitive about their code of ethics, some of those teles. It was fun riding in that old jet buggy. I’d never been in one before. One of the cops got in back with Claude and me. The other one drove. It was the strangest feeling flying up over the bay on the tractors. Usually, whenever I wanted to go someplace, I’d just ask, polite like, was there a ’porter around and then I’d think of where I wanted to go and the ’porter would set me down there quick as a wink. Of course, I wound up in some old gent’s apartment now and then. Some ’porters do that sort of thing for a fee. But a pyro doesn’t have to worry about would-be Casanovas. No old gent is going to fool around when his clothes are on fire.