"On. From there. I see." "And Doc," she became intensely excited, and I must confess I found it fairly difficult to preserve my own calm, "when I went through that hip-sway, his face became dim, and then sort of cloudy, and then, in a flash, there I was back in my room again just as if it never had happened." * * * * * I said, "Miss LaTour, tell me, when you were a child, were you always imagining that men would turn around to look at you: that is, that they were always looking at you?" "They _were_," she stated flatly. "Hey--you think I'm imagining I was somewhere else? Well, you're wrong, Doc. I was on a desert, I tell you--and what's more, when I got back in my room, there was sand on the bottom of my slippers!" "Of course," I soothed her. "I'm not arguing with you at all." "Look--" She became vehement. "I'll do my routine right here, in front of you, and you'll see--" I pleaded with her that this was entirely unnecessary, but she began to walk enticingly about the room, humming some tune. I was shocked at first, but in spite of myself, the eternal attraction of the feminine form asserted itself, and I watched the rest of the proceedings with, I must admit, keen interest. Miss LaTour was indeed a--um--skillful young woman, and generously equipped to prove her points. "You see now?" She was standing before me, holding her skirt over her head, scantily clothed otherwise. "Just about now, I go into my new hip-sway, like this, and--" And then she was gone. She had begun an enticing--indeed, fascinating wiggle of as excellently rounded a pair of hips as I had ever seen, and then, without warning of any sort, she had vanished. Well, you can imagine how perturbed I was. I searched the entire apartment thoroughly. For a moment I was inclined to believe it was merely an hallucination of my own. But there was the evidence of the clothing she had already--um--shed, lying on the floor, to prove my own sanity. Then I thought of the drinking cabinet I--ah--keep here for my patients, and I turned to it with shaking hands. As I was pouring myself a Uranian Delight, I heard her voice suddenly, and the glass crashed from my hands. "I'm back, Doc." Indeed, there she was, standing as she had before, her skirt raised about her head with one hand, and in the other what looked like _some sort of human hand_! "Guess where I was this time." I confess I was shaking violently, but she laughed, and approached me coquettishly, showing me what appeared on closer examination to be an artifact of some sort, rather like a metal glove. As I peered at it she sighed deeply. "What a knight!" "Extraordinary, but I fancied I heard you say, 'What a night'!" "That's what I said, Doc." "But you've only been gone about five minutes. How can you say--?" "Search me. All I know is, I just spent the last three hours with a knight." "A night, in a few hours! How--?" "I said 'knight'. The kind that rides a horse--you know."