“But you must have clean collars sometimes,” protested the young man.
“I admit that,” said Sargon.
“And then you can settle down here and tell me about that business of yours. Otherwise, you know, you’ll just wander about.”
“Your suggestion is really quite a helpful one,” said Sargon, getting the thing into focus. “I shall adopt it.”
“You won’t lose the way back?”
“Why should I?”
“Nine Midgard Street.”
“I shall remember.”
“Queer world it is,” said the young man; “isn’t it? How did you leave the old folks in—Sumeria?”
“My people were happy,” said Sargon.