Gardner stomped the floor. "Then you've wasted my time. We can't do business. My wife would never come down here."
"But the adjustment takes only a few minutes—"
"We had a quarrel, you fool! She won't even unlock her bedroom door for me. The whole idea of this thing was something to surprise her out of her anger and bring about a reconciliation."
Gardner was striding toward the door. The clerk was frantic. This sale would have got him Company recognition. In desperation, he hurried after Gardner.
"May I make a suggestion, sir?"
Gardner turned. "All right—make it."
"It occurred to me that you might have the unit attuned to your own frequency—temporarily, that is. You could present it to the lady, then at her leisure, she could call here and have the frequency changed to correspond to her own."
Gardner scowled. "Well, why didn't you say that in the first place? How long does this adjustment take?"
"Only a few minutes," the clerk, said eagerly. "If you will just step this way, sir. Come Raymond...."