The Royalty Party wasn't what you would imagine—it stood for a great deal, but there was as much it wanted no part of! "You're not allowed in the ambulance," Miss Knox said. They were both typical advertising men, down to the motorskates strapped beneath their shoes. Their faces were so utterly undistinctive as to seem fuzzy. Each carried a large flat briefcase with a coil antenna sticking out. "Watch it!" the attendant growled, and they skated aside with a whir. Big Carl came driving up the ram