He turned from his contemplation when he heard the door open. There was that woman, smiling and inquiring how he'd slept. He'd soon straighten her out. "Dr. Lorraine," he said grimly, "why was I locked in?" The smile faded just a little. "Three days observation, remember?" H.D. was patient. "Look," he said carefully, "I don't think you quite understand. I'm H.D. Haworth. From the little you've said I gather there's been no Bolshevik revolution, common sense be praised, so the Haworth Trust must be worth hundreds of millions. You still use money, don't you?" She nodded slowly. "And I have millions hidden away where no one can ever find them but myself--don't think I came an empty-handed beggar, even if something happened to the Trust funds. Millions, I tell you--gold and jewels, rare old books and art, everything of value. "And besides that I'm the oldest sleeper--what's the matter with you people?" he demanded fretfully: "Don't you know what news is? Why am I met by one insignificant woman doctor?" Dr. Lorraine did not seem put out by the upbraiding and this in itself was subtly exasperating. It was her attitude, her air, in which he sensed--sympathy, yes, and a sort of embarrassment. He did not understand it but it was absolutely offensive! "Well," H.D. snarled, beside himself, "confound it, woman, say something!" "Three days observation," said Dr. Lorraine, almost stupidly. Then she visibly readjusted the mantle of her professional cheerfulness and spoke briskly. "It won't be so bad. I'll be making tests every day and that will pass the time and you can play the 'visor." She went over to his bedside table and pulled out the drawer holding the instrument. "I hate radios," H.D. said sullenly. "I'd like to jam every one down Marconi's throat, first breaking the tubes. Confounded trashy programs, changing every five minutes!" "Is that how they were? How awful for you! See, you just dial, like this, and one station has nothing but dance music, another nothing but Jimmurian dissonances. See? Anything you like. "And if you first dial "0" you can then dial for any number or any entire program that's ever been recorded. Here's the index. Too bad we don't have one in English." H.D. yielded a snicker. "Where's the screen?" he asked, slightly mollified. "Oh. I did say 'visor,' didn't I? Well, you see, this is a modified visor. No visual, no talking programs, just music. It's too bad, in a way, but we had to have you here for some of the tests. This is a neuro-psychiatric ward, you see. Yes, soft walls and all. It can be stripped down for violents." H.D. showed signs of becoming that way himself and the doctor smilingly stepped to the door and opened it. "See you tomorrow." "_Wait!_" H.D. roared. "What happens then? What--" "Three days observation." She nodded, and the door was closing. He reached it in a bound but the lock clicked first. * * * * *