Somewhere is an ideal mate for every man and woman, but Joe wasn't willing to bet on it. He was a man who rolled his own! The pressure tube locks clicked behind them, as the train moved on. It was a strange, sighing click and to Joe it sounded like, "She's not right—she's not right—she's not right—" So, finally, he said it. "She's not right." Sam, who was riding with him, looked over wonderingly. "Who isn't?" "Vera. My wife. She's not right." Sam frowned. "Are you serious, Joe? You mean she's—?"