"Search me. He said his name was Launcelot."
"What?"
"Launcelot. That's what he said his name was. That's a pretty name." She giggled, "I wonder what Luigi would say."
I was shocked, but then the full significance of this young lady's strange powers flooded over me. I regarded her seriously.
"Miss LaTour, do you realize what you've accomplished by a mere wiggle of your hips?"
She paused in fastening the garter to her filmy stocking. "I built up quite a reputation. I know that."
I fired her with my glance. "At first I thought perhaps you were suffering from—well, no matter. Now, either we're both mad, or you've penetrated the fourth dimension and bridged space and time."
She appeared highly uninterested. "That's fine, Doc. Uh—my seams straight? Thanks. Now if you kin figure out some way to get that—what did you call it? Oh, yeah, penetration—out of my act, everything'll be O.K. After all, I got my cash customers to consider."
"Oh, your act is unimportant now," I said excitedly. "Consider what this means to science! With that little—ah—wiggle of your hips you've found a warp in space that's projected you into another time sphere, proportionately co-existent with our own!"