furniture had become pricelessly antique. Without a word he handed a card to the receptionist, a prim spinster of some fifty summers. "Ezekiel R. Stonely, M.D., Sc.D., Consultant in Radiation," she read precisely into a communicator. "By appointment." "Let him come in, please." Dr. Stonely entered the private office of a vice-president—a young man, as T. P.'s executives went—a man scarcely sixty years of age. "All ready," the consultant reported briefly. "Graves is here, you said?" "Yes. He got in from Deka last night. How long will the demonstration take?" "Seven hours to the point of maximum yield; twelve for the full life cycle." "Very good." The vice-president then spoke into the communicator. "Please ask Mr. Graves to step in." Graves, the manager of T. P.'s branch upon the planet Deka—planetographically speaking, Dekanore III—was a short, fat man; and he possessed, upon the surface at least, the fat man's proverbial geniality and good nature. "Mr. Graves—Dr. Stonely." "Mighty glad to meet you, Doctor," Graves shook hands effusively. "Splendid accomplishment. You've been working on it five years or more, I hear." "Six years and two months," the scientist said precisely. "I cannot accompany you, of course," the vice-president interposed busily, "and you appreciate that the less of communication or contact hereafter, the better. Good day." The two went out, took a cab, and soon were in Dr. Stonely's ultra-private laboratory. It was a large room, artificially lighted, lined throughout with sheet metal—metal which, when properly charged, formed a barrier through which no harmful radiation or particle could pass. The scientist snapped on the wall shield and set to work, explaining each step to his visitor. "Here are the seeds. For the present you will have to take my word for it that I produced them here. I will go through as many cycles as you please. Here are the containers—miniatures, you will observe, of the standard hydroponics tanks. The formula of the nutrient solution, while of course crucial, contains nothing either rare or unduly expensive. I plant the seed, thus, in each of the two tanks. I cover each with a bell-jar of plastic—transparent to the