Then Bowen's face suddenly took on a new cast. There was a grim, satisfied light in his eyes as he followed the faint vapor trail up into the heavens. Slowly he reached a hand in his coat pocket. From it he withdrew a small metallic object. It was shaped oddly like a pocket radio, but of a more advanced and intricate design. He depressed a small switch and the object glowed. About him there was the snap and crackle of powerful electrical forces. Bowen's voice suddenly sounded. "Myytnor Skurle reporting to Headquarters on project Time Stress." There was a blue crackle in the air about him. Then a distant voice intoned: "What is your report?" He stared up at the sky, smiling, now. "I have personally seen Joe Linger on his way. My daughter accompanies him on the experiment. She will remain with the Earthman for his lifetime, keeping us informed as events progress. I believe she is attracted to him--however, that is a side issue, the main project having been successfully executed. Shall I return to Sol III?" Again the blue crackle. "Our compliments, Myytnor Skurle. You may return." The crackle faded and he made a further adjustment on the object he held. The smile was still on his face as he gazed into the sky after the space ship--and vanished....