"Because, sir," the clerk answered in a frightened voice, "to be of any value to your wife, the unit will have to be keyed to her brain frequency." Gardner stomped the floor. "Then you've wasted my time. We can't do business. My wife would never come down here." "But the adjustment takes only a few minutes--" "We had a quarrel, you fool! She won't even unlock her bedroom door for me. The whole idea of this thing was something to surprise her out of her anger and bring about a reconciliation." Gardner was striding toward the door. The clerk was frantic. This sale would have got him Company recognition. In desperation, he hurried after Gardner. "May I make a suggestion, sir?" Gardner turned. "All right--make it." "It occurred to me that you might have the unit attuned to your own frequency--temporarily, that is. You could present it to the lady, then at her leisure, she could call here and have the frequency changed to correspond to her own." Gardner scowled. "Well, why didn't you say that in the first place? How long does this adjustment take?" "Only a few minutes," the clerk, said eagerly. "If you will just step this way, sir. Come Raymond...." * * * * * Raymond sat hunched beside the chauffeur who was a trifle nervous. But the chauffeur hid his agitation because John Gardner paid well and had been known to discharge chauffeurs who displeased him and leave them standing on street corners without jobs. Gardner ordered him to turn and go back home. As they rode, Raymond stared straight ahead, a pleasant light glowing in his blue eyes. When the car stopped under the portico, Gardner said, "Get out and open the door, Raymond." The robot said, "Yes, master," and obeyed instantly. The chauffeur, shouldered aside by the robot, looked worried. Gardner noted this and enjoyed adding to the man's discomfort: "Maybe they build one that can drive a car. In that case I won't be needing you much longer." Inside, the robot gently lifted Gardner's coat from his shoulders, hung it in the closet, then returned to Gardner's side. "Have you any further wishes, Master?" _Aladdin's genie come true_, Gardner thought, and amused himself for a few minutes putting the robot through a series of grotesque duties. Amazing! Perhaps he would get one of these units for himself also. Then he turned his mind to Dolores. She was no doubt still in her room. But this new toy would make her forget their quarrel all right. He visualized her laughing interest. He could already see her clapping her hands like the child she was and rushing into his arms. Gardner turned to the robot. "Raymond, go up the stairs and knock on the first door to your right. It is your mistress' room. Tell her I'm waiting. Bring her to me." The robot nodded and Gardner thought a look of adoration glowed in its eyes. It said, "Yes Master," and moved toward the stairs.