smiled at the normals, too. That smile meant nothing; no more than their grins in reply to her.
Keeban spoke aloud. "Everybody's here." It seemed to be a prearranged signal. Two of the normals came up to me and took my arms; two more placed themselves in position similarly to escort Doris.
"What's the big rush, boys?" said Keeban then. "Didn't they show us something new down on Wall Street? Don't we show it back to them?"
He laughed; and how he looked like Jerry when he laughed! But he didn't sound like Jerry. Not at all. That other person possessed the body.
"Where are they?" he asked the nearest of his normals.
"Oh!" said the normal, remembering. "In there."
"Get them," said Keeban.
The fellow stepped to a locker at the side of the room; he stooped, and, reaching in, he brought out a pair of white rabbits in one hand, another pair hung by their ears from his other fist.
"Rabbits," said Keeban, with a sort of play at apology to Doris and me. "I know you got
