(Part 6)

The gathered audience is silent. If a War is Coming... Awful... A Tragedy of the very Highest Order. Simply... Terrible!

Suddenly, Tulsa's assistant Emma Doyle comes from out of the back anteroom of Tulsa's quiet shop/laboratory.

Emma: "I was resting... But I heard it all. A Coming of War... Unimaginable. I fear to think of one, today!"

She uses some light smelling salts, to awaken Prof. Tulsa. He gets up, from his chair, with a start.

Tulsa: "My god... A new War... And everyone... I mean, every country... Will be involved. I could almost see what that

demented inventor Farnsworth was projecting... Images of ships... Of aircraft... Soldiers in the Trenches. Horrific Death!"

The Sovereign: "Professor Tulsa... Did he tell you what Archduke and Duchess were in grave Danger? Pray, tell me now!"

Tulsa: "I am sorry, Sovereign... The Message ended... When I passed out. I can try again... Tomorrow. I need to rest."

Emma: "Yes, Sovereign. My dear Lyman nearly burned out all circuits... The Box and his Brain as well. He was close to that..."

The Queen Sovereign: "Very well... Can you, Tulsa, and The Box... Come to High Hurst Castle. As my honored guests?"

Tulsa, now more cognizant: "The answer can only be... 'Yes'! What time shall we come? The Box, Emma and I will be there."

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Tulsa, Emma, The Box... and of course, Shure-Lock Ohms and Chief Inspector Lester were escorted into the Queen's chamber

and private Meeting Room. Also there, at The Sovereign's request, was the Minister of Defense, and the Master Admiralty staff,

the Air Ministry staff, and that of the Army Command as well. And one other... The head director of Military Intelligence was present.

Tulsa was soon in a light sleep again... Thanks to the ministrations of his devoted assistant, Emma Doyle. The wait, as before, was short.

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Tulsa (in trance mode): "Hello... My old and dearest of Friends... This, at long last... Is Simon. Your goodly pastor... Here now, in the

'Here-After' World. A Blessing, really. It is more lovely and peaceful, and Happy than you can ever guess at. Yes, it's 'Churchy', my Queen."

The Sovereign... Smiles brightly: "Oh, Simon... How I've longed for this moment. Please, oh please... Can a new War be averted?"

Tulsa (Rev. Hill): "My Friend... My Fair Queen... I am only allowed to say... It is possible. But I'm sad to say... Not likely. Sorry."

(More of the Story... Coming!)