"Trust in me, Elaine," I said. "I'll bring you home." "Home?" she asked. "Yes, _home_--home to me," I said, naked longing in my voice--and, for all the world to hear, "I love you, darling." "_Moi, aussi!_" Monsieur DuBois me-too'd in French. "_Ich auch!_" came from Munich, plus, "_Bitte komme doch bald zuruck!_" which, I gathered, was asking her to come back but quickly! "I mean it!" I cried through Babel. * * * * * My voice was lost in a storm of pleas, protestations, proposals, propositions, presentations and plain Ph. D. philanderings, during which Elaine's loveliness appeared briefly on the monitor screens for Paris, Leeds, Brussels, Hanford, Stockholm, Paris, Hanford, Phoenix, Munich, Hanford, Atomsk, Tokyo, Hanford, Madrid, Paris, Hanford, Paris, Hanford, Paris, Hanford-- "Sosnowski!" I cried, "and you, too, Monsieur DuBois! Stop! _Arretez!_ Don't do it any more! _Ne faites-le plus!_" The situation continued to pingpong. Hanford to Paris to Hanford to Paris. Sosnowski said (while Monsieur DuBois was ardently proposing to Elaine at the Sorbonne), "I sincerely wish to marry the girl, Bob." "So do I, Ted," I answered him. "May the better man--" "The _best_ man," he snapped back. "Don't forget DuBois!" I cut my microphone and said quickly to Herrmann, "George, get the chaplain and get the mayor to bring over whatever personnel and forms it takes to get a marriage license. And, _move_!" And a Russian roared from the Siberia monitor something that sounded like "_Mogoo ya zhenitsa s vashey dochery?_", which, promptly interpreted by a linguist on the network, resulted in "May I marry your daughter?" I didn't burn; I blazed. _My_ daughter, indeed! So my hair is greying. Prematurely, that is. I'm only twenty-nine. I was in control of UNACMEA at that moment. _Full_ control. I was vested with UN power and that's _Power_ these days, despite the snide remarks you hear from certain quarters. "Look," I said to the whole wide world. "You will all--repeat all--immediately deactivate every AGS unit. This is a direct order of the UN." I was hopeful but-- Monsieur DuBois said it was an accident. Sosnowski said he couldn't figure out how it happened that the Hanford AGS reactivated itself-- And a new and properly British voice said, "This is Gibraltar. I say, Miss Schoener is here. It was, I assure you, quite accidental. One of your flyboys is here to pick up a cargo of potables for your North African bases and mistook the AGS button for an intercom and--" "This is Sosnowski. I'm sorry but--" And an interpreter cut in, "Commissar Vladislaw indicates that he will allow Miss Schoener to return if monitoring of the Soviet AGS installations will be permanently discontinued--" "Gibraltar here. I'm rather afraid your pilot is somewhat out of hand--" "_Mein liebling, kannst Du nicht langer hier bleiben?_" "_Ma chere, reste avec moi et je te donnerai le monde!_"