IV
Mr. Joseph Davis stood at the upper corner of Trafalgar Square watching the westward flow of buses below. A number of them were carrying huge starry advertisement boards with a new inscription. He could make out three capital M's but he had to look hard before he could read the intervening letters. They spelled out 'Musical Martian Midgets’.
'That's how they see it,' said Mr. Davis. 'H'm.'
His eyes were lifted sharply by a challenging flash across the twilight blue. A sky sign took up the words in letters of raw red fire, 'Musical Martian Midgets'….
'And all the same,' whispered Mr. Davis after some moments of silent reflection, 'they are here.'