Travel was
light, away from the elevated lanes and he enjoyed himself. LATEST MODELS. Sutter smiled. "Yes, sir," he said. asked Sutter, surveying the empty stand. "Out back," replied the man. "Just a minute and I'll show you." It was certainly a unique TV set. A very new model, the salesman had
said. The cube held the screen, the triangle, the
controls. It looked a little complicated.... Sutter was about to switch on the set when the door buzzer sounded. A tall gangly man stood there. "Yes, I am. The man said his name was Lucien Travail. Sutter was silent, waiting for him to continue. "I collect shells," Travail said. To Sutter, anyone who liked shells was a person above suspicion. But the set refused to work. Sutter frowned. "I would," he said, "but my set is out of order. Travail laid down his pipe. "Out of order, eh?" he said. Let me take a look at it." Suddenly there was a dull report and a flash of flame. "You've broken it," said Sutter accusingly. "I wonder what it
is." Sutter stared, fascinated. They were shells. These were shells he had never seen before, even
in library collections. said Sutter quickly. Travail laughed shortly. "Somebody sold you a fluke. This set must be an
off brand. "Yes, it is," replied Sutter. "I don't understand this at all. But when he reached the spot there was no
sign of the stand. But no stand. And abruptly the scene before him slipped out of plumb. Then he saw the shells.... Then on second thought, he decided not to show them to him. Travail was getting on his nerves. He had obviously lied about his
interest in shells. In fact, he regretted taking
him in as a roommate. "Certainly not. said Travail. But the lamp was not very powerful, and insufficient for
the tiny details. A magnetic lure swept over Sutter. He took a sheet of paper from the drawer, began reading it. Travail looked up, startled. "Hullo. he said finally. "I was looking for my tobacco pouch," Travail replied easily. Sutter was a logical man, and
even as this thought came his mind rejected it. It must be Travail. Then he sat down to wait. Sutter mumbled to himself. said Travail casually. Sutter shook his head. "You know I don't smoke." Travail, drawing on
his cigar, watched him curiously. he asked at length. "Little experiment. Stand over here and I'll show you. Here, in front of
this cone of light." Travail took the place indicated. "Now walk forward," commanded Sutter. he cried hysterically. Travail pitched head foremost.