Jubal Harshaw did not get to sleep as easily; he was vexed with himself.  His initial interest in the situation had cooled off and reaction had set in.  Well over a half century earlier he had sworn a mighty oath, full of fireworks, never again to pick up a stray cat - and now, so help him, by the multiple paps of Venus Genetrix, he had managed to pick up two at once no, three, if he counted Ben Caxton.