ts, Clocker went into the elevator, walked down the
corridor to his old room without pausing to visit Zelda. It was the live
Zelda he wanted to see, not the tapping automaton.

He went in and shut the door.

* * * * *

"Okay, you were right and I was wrong," Clocker told the board of
directors. "Turn me over to Barnes and I'll give him the rest of the
dope on racing. Just let me see Zelda once in a while and you won't have
any trouble with me."

"Then you are convinced that you have failed," said Mr. Calhoun.

"I'm no dummy. I know when I'm licked. I also pay anything I owe."

Mr. Calhoun leaned back. "And so do we, Mr. Locke. Naturally, you have
no way of detecting the effect you've had. We do. The result is that,
because of your experiment, we are gladly revising our policy."

"Huh?" Clocker looked around at the comfortable aliens in their
comfortable chairs. Solid and respectable, every one of them. "Is this a
rib?"

"Visits to catatonics have increased considerably," explained Dr.
Harding. "When the visitors are alone with our human associates, they
tentatively follow the directions you gave in your article. Not all do,
to be sure; only those who feel as strongly about being with their loved
ones as you do about your wife."

"We have accepted four voluntary applicants," said Mr. Calhoun.

Clocker's mouth seemed to be filled with cracker crumbs that wouldn't go
down and allow him to speak.

"And now," Dr. Harding went on, "we are setting up an Information
Section to teach the applicants what you have learned and make the same
arrangement we made with you. We are certain that we shall, before long,
have to increase our staff as the number of voluntary applicants
increases geometrically, after we release the first few to continue the
work you have so admirably begun."

"You mean I _made_ it?" Clocker croaked unbelievingly.

"Perhaps this will prove it to you," said Mr. Calhoun.

He motioned and the door opened and Zelda came in.

"Hello, hon," she said. "I'm glad you're back. I missed you."

"Not like I missed you, baby! There wasn't anybody controlling _my_
feelings."

Mr. Calhoun put his hands on their shoulders. "Whenever you care to, Mr.
Locke, you and your wife are free to leave."

Clocker held Zelda's hands and her calmly fond gaze. "We owe these guys
plenty, baby," he said to her. "We'll help make the record before we
take off. Ain't that what you want?"

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