"Sure. Short for Aphrodite, goddess of love. You like? Please, where my brother and pussycat now?" "I haven't the faintest idea," Phil said sadly. She shrugged as if she expected to hear just that. "Is nothing new. We are crazy people, always get lost each other." "Then you do come from Argentina?" Phil asked doubtfully. Her accent didn't sound Spanish, but his acquaintance with Spanish accents was limited. "Sure," she confirmed carelessly, her thoughts apparently elsewhere. "Far, far country." "Tell me, Miss da Silva," he went on, "does your cat have peculiar powers over people?" She frowned at him. "Peculiar powers?" she repeated slowly as if testing each syllable. "Don understand." "I mean," Phil explained patiently, "can he make people happy around him?" The frown smoothed. "Sure. Nice little pussycat, make people happy. You like animals, Phil?" Once again he couldn't keep his gaze from flickering to her legs, but on the whole he was feeling remarkably bucked up. "Miss da Silva," he said, "I've got a lot more questions to ask you, but unfortunately I don't know Spanish and I don't think you understand English well enough to answer the questions if I put them to you cold. But maybe if I tell you just what's been happening to me, you'll be able to; at least, I hope so. Sit down Miss da Silva; it's a long, long story." "Is very good idea," she agreed, sinking down on the bed. "But please call Dytie, Phil." She makes one feel at ease, Phil thought as he placed himself in the foam chair opposite. "Well, Dytie, it began ..." and for the next hour he told her in some detail the story of what had happened to him ever since he had awakened to see Lucky sitting on the window sill. He suppressed entirely, however, the incident of watching her last night, which made it necessary for him also to condense the account of his session with Dr. Romadka. Dytie frequently interrupted him to ask for explanations, some of them exceedingly obvious things, such as what was a hatpin, and what was the Federal Bureau of Loyalty and what was it that male and female wrestlers tried to do to each other in the ring? On the other hand, she sometimes passed up things he expected to puzzle her, though he couldn't always tell whether this was because she really understood them, or because she didn't want to. Orthos interested her not at all, stun-guns, mightily. Lucky's exploits did not seem to startle her much. Her usual comment was along these lines: "That pussycat. Is so stupid. But Lucky, too. Thas good name you give him, Phil." When he came to the Humberford Foundation and Dytie's brother, she rolled over on her stomach and listened with closer attention. But when he hesitantly mentioned how Dion had seemed to develop such an instant yen for Dora Pannes, she whooped knowingly. "That brother," she chortled. "He chase anything with two legs and milk glands. 'Cept of course when he pregnant." "What!"