“What is your name?”

Pander got a picture of thin legs running rapidly.

He returned it in question form. “Speedy?”

An affirmative.

“What name do you call me?”

An unflattering montage of monsters.

“Devil?”

The picture whirled around, became confused. There was a trace of embarrassment.

“Devil will do,” assured Pander. He went on, “Where are your parents?”

More confusion.