Edigo nodded gravely. "My family has been in the mercantile business for many generations," he said. "My father owns this store and it will be the largest in the Americas when we finish it. Now, Mr. Adaman, do you see anything that interests you? Anything at all?"
"Well," said Ken, moving over to a counter, "is this a watch?"
"Yes, sir, and a very good one." Edigo picked it up. It was a thin dial, with three hands and twenty-four numerals instead of the usual twelve.
"It's very nice-looking. But it's a pocket watch, isn't it? I wear a wristwatch."
"Oh, no," said Edigo. "Hold out your arm."
Ken obeyed. Edigo placed the dial on his wrist, and it clung without apparent support.
"Say, that's keen!" exclaimed Ken. "Some sort of magnetism, I suppose? How much?"
"Would—would fifty cents be too much?" asked Edigo anxiously.
"Fifty cents? Sold!" Ken pulled a coin from his pocket.