He looked at her and for the first time really saw her-sleek and trim, with bobbed black hair, long eyelashes, high cheekbones, and eyes that smiled at him.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"I am Carol Hampton. A historian at Time."

"Miss Hampton," he said, "I apologize for the situation. I have been away-off planet. Just returned. And I had a key and it fit the door and when I'd left it had been my place..."

"No need to explain," she said.

"We'll have the drink," he said. "Then I'll get up and go. Unless."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you'd be willing to have dinner with me. Let's call it a way for me to repay your understanding. You could have run out shrieking."

"If this was all a pitch!" she said. "If you-"

"It couldn't be," he said. "I'd be too stupid to get it figured out. And, besides, how come I had the key?"

She looked at him for a moment, then said, "It was silly of me. But Sylvester will have to go with us. He won't be left alone."

"Why," said Maxwell, "I wouldn't think of leaving him. He and I are pals."

"It'll cost you a steak," she warned. "He is always hungry and he eats nothing but good steaks. Big ones- raw."

Chapter 5

The Pig and Whistle was dark and clamorous and smoky. The tables were jammed together, with narrow lanes between them. Candles burned with flickering flames. The murmurous din of many voices, seemingly talking all at once, filled the low-ceilinged room.

Maxwell stopped and peered, trying to locate a table that might be vacant. Perhaps, he thought, they should have gone somewhere else, but he had wanted to eat here, for the place, a hangout of students and some members of the faculty, spelled the campus to him.

"Perhaps," he said to Carol Hampton, "we should go somewhere else."