“Mustn’t crowd my luck,” said Braling. “What did you do, put sleeping powder in your wife’s coffee?” “No, that would be unethical.You’ll see soon enough.”
“Your first night out in years and you go home at ten o’clock.” “Nerves, I suppose.”
“Could I—I mean, is there a possibility——” Smith took his friend’s elbow earnestly. “Can you tell me where I can get one, a robot, a marionette, for myself? You will give me the address,won’t you?”
“Here you are.” Smith took the card and turned it round and round. “Thank you,” he said. “You don’t know what this means. Just a little respite. A night or so, once a month even. My wife loves me so much she can’t bear to have me gone an hour.
Why Nettie why?
“Take your hands off!”“No.”“Did my wife put you up tot his?”“No.” “Did she guess? Did she talk to you? Does she know? Is that it?” He screamed. A hand clapped over his mouth.