"Okay," she pouted. "Okay. I'll go away. Just put that call out again and I'll be able to do it." Her hair was long and billowing, the color of copper, and it tickled George's face. "But I'll be back. Don't you worry. I'll be back. And—if you see Arl—tell him I'm looking for him. Just wait till I get my hands on him, you just wait—"
George blinked. The lovely creature was gone.
He had not been aware of the fact that the trolley had stopped. Now a policeman stood in the aisle next to him.
"How'd you do it, pal? Come on, how'd you do it? I saw the girl and she was naked as Lady Godiva. Just try to explain your way out of this one...."
"It was utterly indecent," the buxom woman said. "I was going to visit my little grandchildren, but how can I after that? How can I?"
"That," George told her acidly, "is your problem."
"A wise guy, too, eh?" The officer was belligerent.
"It's not too difficult to explain, officer. Something like hypnotism. Something very much like it. It's called psychokinesis, I think."
"Psychokinesis, psychoshminesis. You just come on down with me and explain it to the sergeant."
George went with him and he explained it to the sergeant, but it did no good. The sergeant listened and then his face got very red. He had a thick neck and his uniform collar was too tight for it, and his neck got all red, too. He told George he could cool off his mental powers in jail overnight and pay a twenty-five dollar fine.