"Sh! We don't want a fuss here. I am rechecking your timeporter, Citizen Skot. We are going back immediately." "I--I didn't even know the girl!" Mikel pleaded, remembering Beti French's instructions. "We shall see as to that, when we get home," said the TTT executive grimly. Then suddenly he burst out laughing. He laughed until he had to take a small piece of white material from his upper garment and wipe his eyes. "I meant to give you a good scare, to put some sense into you," he gasped finally. "But I can't keep it up. Citizen Skot, you are a fool." "I know that, Citizen," said Mikel humbly. "The psychologists really conditioned you a bit too well. I am told that you live for your work and have no recreation at all. You are as ignorant of the world as a small child. Come, did you ever hear of a murder in our time, anywhere, in all your life?" "No. But I know such things occur." "In the past, not in our time. How could there be a murder in our era? In the old times, people killed one another for jealousy, for revenge, for greed. Such incentives do not exist in the 29th century. The only other possibility would be insanity, and the psychologists would never allow that to proceed to such a point--the diseased person would be euthanized at the very first symptoms." "But the girl _was_ killed, right before my eyes." "My poor man, you were a victim of your own ridiculously retired existence. Anyone else would have guessed at once. It was planned that way so as to get a good effect of a crowd in confusion--most of them were extras. Of course all the arrangements had been made with us beforehand, and the concealed telcams were focused away from any Time Travel signs." "Telecams?" "World Theater was making a historical crime tridimens in modern dress, Citizen Skot. The girl was an actress. The blood was faked. They thought it would be more effective not to put an actor behind the ticket-window, but to use a real ticket-seller without warning him, just as part of the crowd wasn't warned. It worked beautifully--they tell me your fright and horror showed up wonderfully well. "They picked your window because they said they liked your looks--I can't imagine why. That was their big mistake. Any other of our ticket-sellers would have waited to see what happened next. You, you dumble, fell into a panic and ran away. And I've had to leave my desk in the middle of a busy aftern to go and fetch you. We couldn't let you wander around here for a week without means of subsistence, and thinking you were suspected of murder!" "I suppose I'll be demoted now," Mikel said gloomily. "That wouldn't be fair. This wasn't one of the known responsibilities of your position. No, but I imagine you'll come in for a lot of whiffing, to use a slang expression." "Kidding--that's what they call it here, I think. Well, I'm used to that." "And Dafne Dart says she's wild to meet you." "Dafne Dart? Who's she?" Mikel looked alarmed again.