"For a very good reason, sir. Patience is the virtue that will be rewarded with the key to these fourth dimensional broadcasts. A man who could devote his life to improving this lonely worldlet is obviously a person with unusual patience."
"Yeah," the mayor said grudgingly, "I ain't exactly flighty."
"Therefore, you are the man who could unravel the problem!"
Johnson asked skeptically: "How about a sample first?"
Harvey turned a knob on the face of the scarred radio. After several squeals of spatial figures, a smooth voice began:
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Harvey switched off the set determinedly.
"Wait a minute!" Johnson begged. "I almost got it then!"
"I dislike being commercial," said Harvey, "but this astounding device still belongs to us. Would we not be foolish to let you discover the clue before purchasing the right to do so?"