"As we see from these photographs," droned the voice on the
platform, "happiness does not exist on Alma. And if not there, where
else can we expect to find it? Certainly not among the less
developed planets.

"So we must conclude that ours is the only world where the people
are truly happy. We must thank the commission for the peculiar
distinction which we enjoy. Ours is the only civilization which
guarantees happiness to all; these pictures prove it for us."

At that instant young Ernol lifted his head with a jerk. "How do we
know," he demanded, "that these photographs were not very cunningly
selected to give us a wrong idea? Perhaps they lie, professor!"

Instantly consternation reigned. The professor fairly froze in his
tracks, while every eye in the room was turned in amazement upon the
lad.

"What!" exclaimed the speaker sternly. "Where did you get such an
extraordinary notion, Mr. Ernol?"

The boy had sat up straight, looking about uncertainly. He got
unsteadily to his feet. "Why--" he stammered helplessly. "Why, I
haven't any idea--What have I been saying, sir?"

The professor checked a hasty answer. He said quietly: "Do you mean
to say you are unaware that you spoke just now?"

"Yes, sir. I mean--" The boy was badly puzzled. "To be frank, sir, I
was almost asleep. I studied about Alma years ago. I know I said