"Don't be silly," Dorothy told him. "Wally hardly knows you. He'll call you Mr. Malone, and like it."
The bartender went away and Malone sat on his stool and thought busily for a minute. At last he said: "If you really want to catch up with me—"
"Yes?" Dorothy said.
"Better have a triple," Malone muttered.
Dorothy's eyebrows rose slightly.
"Because I intend to have another one," Malone added.
IX.
It started a million years ago.
In that distant past, a handful of