simple-minded?’
‘Ah, Smith, always the conservative. Well, here’s my house. Now, would you like to know my secret? How I made it out this evening?’
‘Will you really tell?’
‘Look up, there!’ said Braling.
They both stared up through the dark air.
In the window above them, on the second floor, a shade was raised. A man about thirty-five years old, with a touch of gray at either temple, sad gray eyes, and a small thin mustache looked down at them.
‘Why, that’s you!’ cried Smith.
‘Sh-h-h, not so loud!’ Braling waved upward. The man in the window gestured significantly and vanished.
‘I must be insane,’ said Smith. ‘Hold on a moment.’
They waited.
The street door of the apartment opened spare gentleman with the mustache and the came out to meet them.
‘Hello, Braling,’ he said.
‘Hello, Braling,’ said Braling. They were identical.
Smith stared. ‘Is this your twin brother? I never knew---
‘No, no,’ said Braling quietly. ‘Bend close. Put your ear Braling Two’s chest.’
Smith hesitated and then leaned forward to place his against the uncomplaining ribs.
Tick- tick- tick- tick- tick- tick- tick- tick.
‘Oh no! It can’t be!’ ‘It is.’
‘Let me listen again.’
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick.
Smith staggered back and fluttered his eyelids, appalled. reached out and touched the warm hands and the cheeks the thing.
‘Where’d you get him?’
‘Isn’t he excellently fashioned?’ ‘Incredible. Where?’
‘Give the man your card, Braling Two.’
Braling Two did a magic trick and produced a white card:
‘No,’ said Smith.
‘Yes,’ said Braling.
‘Naturally,’ said Braling Two.
‘How long has this gone on?’
‘I’ve had him for a month. I keep him in the cellar in a toolbox. My wife never goes downstairs, and I have the only lock and key to that box. Tonight I said I wished to take a walk to buy a cigar. I went down the cellar and took Braling Two out of his box and sent him back up to sit with my wife while I came on out to see you, Smith.’
‘Wonderful! He even smells like you!’
‘It may be splitting hairs, but I think it highly ethical. After all, what my wife wants most of all is me. This marionette is me to the hairest detail. I’ve been home all evening. I shall be home with her for the next month. In the meantime another gentleman will be in Rio after ten years of waiting. When I return from Rio, Braling Two here will go back in his box.’
Smith thought that over a minute or two. ‘Will he walk around without sustenance for a month?' he finally asked.
'For six months if necessary. And he's built to do everything – eat, sleep, perspire – everything, natural as natural is. You'll take good care of my wife, won't you, Braling Two?'
'Your wife is rather nice,' said Braling Two. 'I've grown rather fond of her.'
Smith was beginning to tremble. 'How long has Marionettes, Inc., been in business?'
'Secretly, for two years.'
'Could I – I mean, is there a possibility – 'Smith took his friend's elbow earnestly. 'Can you tell me where I can get one, a robot, a marionette, for myself? You will give me the address, won't you?'
'Here you are.'
Smith took the card and turned it round and round. 'Thank you,' he said. 'You don't know what this means. Just a little respite. A night or so, once a month even. My wife loves me so much she can't bear to have me gone an hour. I love her dearly, you know, but remember the old poem: 'Love will fly if held too lightly, love will die if held too tightly.' I just want her to relax her grip a little bit.'
'You're lucky, at least, that your wife loves you. Hate's my problem. Not so easy.
'Oh, Nettie loves me madly. It will be my task to make her love me comfortably.'
'Good luck to you, Smith. Do drop around while I'm in Rio. It will seem strange, if you suddenly stop calling by, to my wife. You're to treat Braling Two, here, just like me.'
'Right! Goodbye. And thank you.'
Smith went smiling down the street. Braling and Braling Two turned and walked into the apartment hail.
On the crosstown bus Smith whistled softly, turning the white card in his fingers:
Clients must be pledged to secrecy, for while an act is pending in Congress to legalize Marionettes, Inc., it is still a felony, if caught, to use one.
'Well,' said Smith.
Clients must have a mold made of their body and a color index check of their eyes, lips, hair, skin, etc. Clients must expect to wait for two months until their model is finished.
Not so long, thought Smith. Two months from now my ribs will have a chance to mend from the crushing they've en. Two months from now my hand will heal from being constantly held. Two months from now my bruised underlip will begin to reshape itself. I don't mean to sound ungrateful… He flipped the card over.
Marionettes, Inc., is two years old and has a fine record of satisfied customers behind it. Our motto is 'No Strings Attached'. Address: 43 South Wesley Drive.
The bus pulled to his stop; he alighted, and while humming up the stairs he thought, Nettie and I have fifteen thousand on our joint bank account. I'll just slip eight thousand out as a business venture, you might say. The marionette .11 probably pay back my money, with interest, in many ways. Nettie needn't know. He unlocked the door and in a minute was in the bedroom. There lay Nettie, pale, huge, and piously asleep.
'Dear Nettie.' He was almost overwhelmed with remorse her innocent face there in the semidarkness. 'If you were awake you would smother me with kisses and coo in my ear. Really, you make me feel like a criminal. You have been a good, loving wife. Sometimes it is impossible for me believe you married me instead of that Bud Chapman you once liked. It seems that in the last month you have loved me more wildly than ever before.'
Tears came to his eyes. Suddenly he wished to kiss her, confess his love, tear up the card, forget the whole business. But as he moved to do this, his hand ached and his ribs racked and groaned. He stopped, with a pained look in his eyes, and turned away. He moved out into the hall and the dark rooms. Humming, he opened the kidney desk in the library and filched the bankbook. 'Just take it thousand dollars is all,' he said. 'No more than that.' stopped. 'Wait a minute.'
He rechecked the bankbook frantically. 'Hold on here!' he cried. 'Ten thousand dollars is missing!' He leaped up.
'There's only five thousand left! What's she done? What's she done with it? More hats, more clothes, more perfume! Or, wait – I know! She bought that little house on the Hudson she's been talking about for months, without so much as a by your leave!'
He stormed into the bedroom, righteous and indignant. What did she mean, taking their money like this! He bent over her. 'Nettie, wake up!'
