There was no way to know, of course.
There was no use to guess.
Technical information, Morley Reed had said, that would revolutionize our entire economic pattern.
He remembered Morley pacing up and down the room and saying: "We must find out about them. We must find out."
And there was a way to find out.
There was a splendid way.
He took his feet out of the water and dried them with handfuls of grass. He put his shoes back on and walked back to the hotel.
The blond goddess was still at her desk in the Employment Bureau.
"About that babysitting job," he said.
She looked startled for a moment - terribly, almost childishly startled, but her face slid swiftly back to its goddess-mask.