I stared at her, but she was coyly putting on her clothes, a half-smile on her lovely face. "He was so sweet, Doc. Talked a kind of funny French, but I could understand enough to intuition the rest--Anyhow, after awhile I remembered you'd be worried about me, so I sneaked out of his castle, and went through my routine up to the point where I wiggle my hips--and here I am." "But--where _were_ you?" "Search me. He said his name was Launcelot." "What?" "Launcelot. That's what he said his name was. That's a pretty name." She giggled, "I wonder what Luigi would say." * * * * * I was shocked, but then the full significance of this young lady's strange powers flooded over me. I regarded her seriously. "Miss LaTour, do you realize what you've accomplished by a mere wiggle of your hips?" She paused in fastening the garter to her filmy stocking. "I built up quite a reputation. I know that." I fired her with my glance. "At first I thought perhaps you were suffering from--well, no matter. Now, either we're both mad, or you've penetrated the fourth dimension and bridged space and time." She appeared highly uninterested. "That's fine, Doc. Uh--my seams straight? Thanks. Now if you kin figure out some way to get that--what did you call it? Oh, yeah, penetration--out of my act, everything'll be O.K. After all, I got my cash customers to consider." "Oh, your act is unimportant now," I said excitedly. "Consider what this means to science! With that little--ah--wiggle of your hips you've found a warp in space that's projected you into another time sphere, proportionately co-existent with our own!" "That's great, Doc. Now that you know how I do it, how about helping me to get rid of it? Although--" She hesitated. "I _would_ like to see Launce again. I wonder if he's married?" "Perhaps," I mused, "this phenomenon manifested itself here on Venus and not when you were on Earth because of the peculiar orbit of the Venusian--" And then I realized she was waiting for me to answer her. "Launcelot? I--uh--think he's been carrying on an affair with a lady named--um--Guinevere." "A two-timer, huh?" I avoided this trend in the conversation. "Miss LaTour, apparently it depends where you do your--um--contortions. Apparently in your dressing-room you emerged onto a desert. While in my apartment, it brought you straight into an ancient age--" "Hot asteroids, so that's it!" Her lovely face was suffused with an unmistakable eagerness. "Look, Doc, supposin' I come up here again some time, so I can see him again?" I was properly outraged. "Hardly! Come to my apartment so that you can carry on an affair with a man dead for thousands of years? Certainly not!" She was puzzled. "He didn't seem dead to me."