Panting with fear, Enid Twilley unlocked the door of her house and dashed into the living room. Thank G—, thank goodness! she thought with relief. The set was still working. The black tunnel was still there.
"Help!" she screamed. "Lyf! Please! come back!"
The blackness writhed and the Devi appeared. He was wearing an orange and purple striped outfit this time. Miss Twilley shuddered.
"Well?" Lyf asked.
"You were right," she said faintly. "The doctor says it's cancer. Will you cure me?"
"For a price," Lyf said.
"But you said—"
"I said nothing except that I felt sorry for you and that I could cure you. Even your own doctors charge a fee."
"There had to be a catch in it," Miss Twilley said bitterly.
"It will be a fair price. It won't be excessive."