"Just before we reach San Francisco, if that suits you."
"Suits me fine. But I got a daughter, name of Edna Bowers, meeting me at the station there. How you figure on getting away from her?"
"It won't be difficult. I will stay with her for a few days; then she simply will not see me rolling that chair down the block. I will get to the transfer point by cab and she will turn a report in to the police that her father is missing. They will, of course, not find the missing person."
"You mean you can fix it so she looks right at my body, with you inside it, and don't see anything?"
"Certainly. I can control the mind of anyone of this period at will. Anyone of my time could do so. It's easy."
"You can? Well, then, why in the hell didn't you? Why should you ask me my druthers when you could take over my body whether I liked it or not?"
"That would be highly unethical."
"Sure would. But to save your life, seems to me you wouldn't be so squeamish. People nowadays would think like that, anyway. I can see that they'd have to change a lot before they could be trusted with the kind of powers you got in elsewhen."
"They will," the young man from elsewhen assured him. "Human nature is not immutable. But I take it we are agreed that we trade bodies just before we reach our destination. Shall we have a toast to it?" He filled the old man's shot glass so full it sloshed over in the moving train.
"Before we drink to it," old George objected, "hadn't you ought to give me the money to bind the bargain?"