ing. Every night the same thing."
"Interesting." Tyler rubbed his jaw. "He keeps at them continually? An unvarying pattern?"
"Every night. Last night he didn't even eat dinner. He just came home and went directly down."
Paul Tyler's polished features twisted into a frown. Across from him Madge sat languidly sipping her beer. It was two in the afternoon. The day was warm and bright. The living room was attractive in a lazy, quiet way. Abruptly Tyler got to his feet. "Let's take a look at them. The models. I didn't know it had gone so far."
"Do you really want to?" Madge slid back the sleeve of her green silk lounge pajamas and consulted her wristwatch. "He won't be home until five." She jumped to her feet, setting down her glass. "All right. We have time."
"Fine. Let's go down." Tyler caught hold of Madge's arm and they hurried down into the basement, a strange excitement flooding through them. Madge clicked on the basement light and they approached the big plywood table, giggling and nervous, like mischievous children.
"See?" Madge said, squeezing Tyler's arm. "Look at it. Took years. All his life."
Tyler nodded slowly. "Must have." There was awe in his voice. "I've never seen anything like it. The detail. . . . He has skill."
"Yes, Verne is good with his hands." Madge indicated the workbench. "He buys tools all the time."
Tyler walked slowly around the big table, bending over and peering. "Amazing. Every building. The whole town is here. Look! There's my place."
He indicated his luxurious apartment building, a few blocks from the Haskel residence.
"I guess it's all there," Madge said. "Imagine a grown man coming down here and playing with model trains!"
"Power." Tyler pushed an engine along a track. "That's why it appeals to boys. Trains are big things. Huge and noisy. Power-sex symbols. The boy sees the train rushing along the track. It's so huge and ruthless it scares him. Then he gets a toy train. A model, like these. He controls it. Makes it start, stop. Go slow. Fast. He runs it. It responds to him."Madge shivered. "Let's go