"Weah's ya mannas?" the apparition roared. "Move out!"
"What for?" Hugh replied in his most austere classroom tone. "I don't care to be used as a sewage pail any more than you do."
"Ah," said the giant. "Wise guy, eh? Dunno ya bettas, eh?" There was a whistling sound as he drew a thin sword which might have served to dispatch whales. Hugh's Royal Society reserve evaporated and he clawed frantically for his automatic, but before the double murder was committed the giant lowered his weapon and bent to stare more closely at the diminutive doctor.
"Ah," he repeated. "Ya a transportee, eh?"
"I guess so," Tracy said, remembering that Martin had used the word.
"Weah ya from?"
"Brooklyn," Hugh said hopefully.
The giant shook his head. "Weah you guys think up these here names is a wonda. Well, ya dunno the customs, that's easy t' see."
He stepped aside to let Hugh pass.
"Thank you," said Hugh with a relieved sigh. "Can you tell me where I can find an astrologer?" He still could not pronounce the word without choking.