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Show 240 the fingers." They stood up to shake hands with their host, who tried very hard to look like the owner of a house. "I see we've come at a bad time," Sorenson said. There was no remaining chair in the room, so Richard, after thrusting out his lower l i p to appear thoughtful, sat down next to Lorin on the couch. "I understand you're missionaries," he said, and cleared his throat. "Tell him what you told me," said the g i r l. "I'm not sure that's a good place to begin," said Lorin. "Hey come on." He had impulsively shot the wrong bolt f i r s t , but i t had gotten them into the house. The worst that could happen now was that more of the same might crack his listeners' credulity or expose them as sensation-seekers. While Sorenson rummaged nervously through his attache case Lorin faced the brave eyes of his host and said, "I don't remember just how this came up, but what I was saying to your wife--" "We're the Klines," she said. "He's Richard. I'm Alice." "Yes," said Lorin, feeling off balance. "We're very happy to know you. I'm Elder Hood, and this is Elder Sorenson." They shook hands again. "What I was saying to your wife may have sounded a l i t t l e funny, so maybe I should explain-" "No, just t e l l him what you told me about this guy." She waved the tract. "He was having this vision, right? Now, go on." The worst had happened. They had been let in for the wrong reason. "Well, I won't say anything about the vision i t s e l f , " said Lorin, glancing at Sorenson. "I mean not that i t i s n ' t interesting, but that's a whole story by i t s e l f . Actually i t ' s pretty central. We can t e l l you later i f you probably have any questions." Sorenson was taking things out and putting |