"Two million," said Roy. "I think I'll make you a partner for that bit of masterminding."
"Keep it," she said. "And by the way, isn't that the roof of the Sunbathing Magazine building over there?"
"Yes."
"And isn't that the editorial staff of Sunbathing Magazine out on the roof watching the show?"
"Yes."
"And aren't they in the buff, as you so crudely put it, in spite of the fact the sun isn't out?"
Roy sat up in his chair and looked sharply at the roof in question. In the vivid light from the sky-pictures, which now were showing a happy couple soaring fantastically in a Martian equivalent of the aerial gadgets of Coney Island, still unimpeded by the briefest of entangling garments, it was quite obvious that the editorial staff of Sunbathing Magazine was indeed buffing it.
"They're pretty modern over there," he said. "You can't blame them for practicing what they preach."
"But isn't this an innovation?"
"I believe so. Usually they limit their activities to private camps."