The aero was traveling in Time. But I recall that in my confusion, only half conscious, I could not realize what this might mean. And suddenly I was faint. I tumbled back onto the cot. I fainted--or drifted away into sleep. I was awakened by a sound near me. I sat up abruptly, this time fully conscious and clear-headed. Turber stood in the cabin regarding me. "Well, you've come to yourself at last?" I sank back on one elbow. "Yes. What are you doing to me?" I gulped with a sudden thought. "Where is--where's Nanette?" "So you're worried about her? Be consoled--she's worried about you. And she has cause." He stood toying with his ribbon, dangling his glasses. He was dressed as I had seen him at the hospital. He regarded me sardonically. "You're alive--let that suffice." I moved to get up, but he waved me back. "Don't bother. You will annoy us if you come out. Are you hungry?" "No," I said. "Nanette and I will be breakfasting presently." I added, "I am hungry." That amused him. My mind was active now--fully alert. I asked: "We're traveling in Time, aren't we? Where are we going? What do you want with Nanette and me? This is all very strange." I was trying to gauge him. I managed a smile, as though my situation were annoying, but nothing more. "Shall I come out and have something to eat with you?" His smile broadened. Satanic scoundrel. Inscrutable. He said: "Yes. I'll call you." And then his whole face changed as though a mask had dropped upon it. He rasped: "You, Edward Williams--what are you to Nanette?" It took me wholly by surprise. I stammered: "Why, an old friend." "Yes?" He changed again. He purred it. His hunched shoulders were exaggerated as he leaned forward, and his fingers were unconsciously stroking his waist-coat. "Yes? Nothing more than that?" More than that! It flooded me now; I knew in that instant what all my life I had not known before--how dear Nanette had grown to me--of all the world, most dear. I must have been stammering. He cut me short. "Strange that Fate should have delivered you into my hands." Purring again; he seemed like a cat, licking his lips. His eyes roved me. "She loves you." I gathered my wits. "What are you talking about? Nanette love me? What nonsense!" My tone sounded hollow; his black gaze was boring into me. I said boldly: "Why should it bother you?" * * * * * I wondered why he had not already killed me. He answered, not only my question, but almost my thought. "A girl who amounts to nothing, but it happens that I love her. Wolf Turber--the great Wolf Turber--you would not think it of me, would you?" Unfathomable fellow! There was almost sincerity mixed with the irony of his tone. "And because I want her love--she has just a little hold over me." He added wryly: "I've just now promised her I would not kill you. She thinks of nothing else, so I promised her--to get it off her mind." I managed, "Well, I thank you both."