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Show -310- His daughter had been a t that age freshly beautiful. Once that summer, xrhen they were walking doxm a street toxard a German restaurant where they sometimes xrent to eat, txro boys her oxm age passed them. They stared at the g i r l and a t him, and xrhen they had passed he heard one boy say to the other: "Did you see that old guy xrith that young g i r l ? " His daughter had a way with her, at that time, of making i t appear that he was her escort, not her father. The plane xas straightening out noxr for the landing. The seat lights went on: "Fasten Seat Belts - No Smoking." The Professor gripped the arms of his seat, but he continued to stare out the xrindoxr, watching the lights of streets and free-xays move beneath them. The runxay lights appeared. He saw the flaps on the wings open. There xas a slight bump. The wings shuddered. The brakes grabbed. The Professor's seat-belt tightened against his abdomen. The huge machine seemed about to f a l l apart. Thenilt stopped, and the ceiling lights came on. "ladies and gentlemen, welcome to O'Hare International." Weariness overcame the Professor as he rode the airport limousine into Chicago's Loop. Reservations had been made for him a t the same hotel where he had met his father years when he was working on the newspaper in a neighboring State. ago„ "The largest hotel in the xrorld,* his father had told him then. The Professor wondered if it xas s t i l l the largest. I t had been turned into a hospital by the military during the |