But this time she had been a touch panicky when the wife of the Secretary General demanded that she cast a horoscope for the Man from Mars.  She had felt the way she used to feel when some officious idiot from the audience committee had insisted on retying her blindfold just before the Professor was to ask her questions.  But she had discovered way back then, as a mere child, that she had natural stage presence and inner talent for the right answer; she had suppressed her panic and gone on with the show.