"Why—I wouldn't know. Bronson was in pajamas when I intercepted him and it's just barely morning now. I've not really been out yet."
"You should have taken time to get Virginia fixed up as close to one of the women of this world as possible."
"Why?"
"Because she'll be less conspicuous," said Bronson. "If they get to peering into Bronson's mind they'll come to the conclusion that he isn't as mad as his tale sounds. Give them one overly-conspicuous character to look at and they will definitely begin to think loud thoughts."
"Well, why shouldn't Virginia get along?" demanded Moray.
"You're a young squirt," snapped Cauldron shortly. "You weren't around before the blow-up. You haven't the vaguest idea of how much time and hard money was spent by women on the luxury of appearing beautiful. That has been curtailed on Earth Two by necessity and emergency. But I'll bet a tall hat that they are still shelling out plenty there. Is there a telephone book handy?"
"Yeah," said Moray.
"Then crack it to the classified section and tell me how many pages there are of beauty shops, beauty salons, beauticians, or whatever they're called."
Silence ensued for several minutes and then Peter Moray returned and gave Cauldron the answer.
"You see?" replied Cauldron. "You have no idea of how life is lived when there is no cause for fear."