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Yes, there was her oldest son, Alexander Braithwaite Jones, Jr.,
curled up on the front seat with his nose buried in an ancient but
well-preserved folio volume. She much regretted giving it to him.
Her idea had been that he could carry it under one arm and enjoy it
between bouts of healthful outdoor play, rather than having to sit
hunched over a microset; but all he did was read it, sneaking off to
places likeЧ

"Alexander!"

The boy, a nine-year-old, tanglehaired pocket edition of his father,
started guiltily. "Oh, hello, Mom," he smiled. It quite melted her
resolve.

"Now, Alex," said Tanni in a reasonable tone, "you know you ought
to be out getting some exercise. You've already read those Jungle
Books a dozen times."

"Aw, golly, Mom," protested the younger generation. "You give me
a book and then you won't let me read it!"

"Alexander!" Boadicea had returned in full armor. "You know
perfectly well what I mean. Now I told you toЧ"

"Madam," squeaked a voice, "the devil's to pay!"

Tanni yipped and jumped. Remembering herself, she turned in a
suitably dignified manner to see Carruthers, hastily clad in pith
helmet and fake walrus mustache.

"Message on the transtype just came," said the Hoka. "From Injah,
don't y' know. Seems a bit urgent."

Tanni snatched the paper he extended and read:


FROM: Captain O'Neil of the Black Tyrone
TO: Rt. Hon. Plen. A. Jones
SUBJECT: UFO (Unidentified Flying Object) identified. Your
Excellency:

While burying dead and bolting beef north of the Kathun road,
received word from native scout of UFO crashed in jungle
nearby, containing three beasts of unknown origin. Interesting,
what?
Yr. Humble & Obt. Svt., etc.,
"Crook" O'Neil

For a moment Tanni had a dreamlike sense of unreality. Then,