“Of course,” said Mildume. “Oh, it’s still crude. It doesn’t work all the time. It works only along vast distances. I won’t announce it until I perfect it further. Meanwhile I need more money to carry on and when, through certain relatives, I heard of Mr. Untz’s problem—well, it was simply too much to resist. You see, I’ve managed to teleport a couple of frightful monsters from somewhere out of space. I was wondering what on earth to do with them.”
“Where—where are they?” asked Harold.
“In my back yard,” said Dr. Mildume.
At that point Mr. Maximilian Untz abruptly reappeared. He smelled of lotion and he was now dressed in a relatively conservative 53 gabardine of forest green with a lavender shirt and a black knitted tie.
“Hello,” he said. He looked at Mildume. “So who is this?”
“He says he has monsters for the dream sequence in his back yard,” explained Harold. “Real ones.”
“Look,” said Mr. Untz, “kindly ask the gentleman to get lost, will you, Harold?”
“No, wait,” Harold said. “He may have something. He explained some of it to me. It sounds almost possible. We can’t lose much by taking a look.”
“Only a few thousand dollars a minute,” said Mr. Untz.
“Bah—money!” said Dr. Mildume. “Which reminds me—these monsters of mine are going to cost you. Let’s have that understood, right now.”