ho had to have women frequently or they became vicious and could not be
stopped by any thought of consequences. The Mexican seemed all right,
but you never knew with a person from a Latin country.

Another facet of the same problem was the fact that she and Calvin were
supposed to be on their honeymoon. She faced it: she was frustrated. She
wanted a honeymoon, no matter what sort of prison they were in. So after
their first meal on Sunday, she asked Calvin to fix up a private
apartment in their prison.

With various materials, plastic blocks and the different sizes of slabs,
and some screens of translucent fabric she had dug up in a corner, he
made a walled-off compartment just large enough for two.

Then one of the scientists looked in, saw what he was doing, and
promptly knocked it down.

Adam, who had been helping in the latter stages, squinted at the ceiling
of the box. "You know, Mrs. Full, I think they can see us through that.
If it's opaque to us, it still might be transparent to them; like a
mirror, I mean, I've seen them at home, mirror on one side, window from
the other. That'd explain the light we get in here. And if they want to
observe us all the time, then this private cell of yours would make 'em
mad."

"But _it_ had no roof," she objected.

"That's right." He shook his head. "Another theory gone poof."

"I'll build it again," said Calvin stubbornly, and did so. This time the
giants left it alone. He and Adam made a screen for the sand box too,
and built a permanent grill on one side of the box.

VIII

By Tuesday they were all in a state of anxiety and scarcely-contained
rage. Their surveillance was casual, often non-existent, yet not once
had they been able to block the wall of their prison or open the great
door of the laboratory. Circumstances, chance, fate, whatever you wanted
to call it, something had stopped them every time.

There were three giants in the lab today. Sometimes there would be one
of them, sometimes as many as five; but always there would be the one
who had first removed them from the box, who seemed to be the head
scientist, giving orders, bullying the others in the queer emotional way
of these creatures. Today there were three. As usual, when they had let
the humans out, the lab was clean and orderly. The sloppy scientists had
very efficient janitors, thought Adam. By this time the place was a
shambles.

Out in the lab, there rose the honking sound of pain and anger