"But almost exactly? That is, you require this Millen Carmody for your
plan?"
"It wasn't _my_ plan. But you're right about the other."
"Very good." He extended the Handbook to me. "There is here a picture
which calls itself Millen Carmody. Is that the man?"
I glanced at the familiar warm eyes on the frontispiece. "That's right.
Have you seen him?"
"I have, indeed." The shaggy beard was twitching--I did not know
whether with laughter or the coming of tears. "I saw him not long ago,
Weels. It was in what they call Bay 100--you remember? He was in a
little bag like the pasta one carries home from a store. He was quite
sound asleep, Weels, in the shelf just below the one I woke up in."