“Does Edgar know that?”
“Nope.”
She slid off the table. “I think I’d better tell him before he wastes any more time.”
“Hold it a moment,” protested Nick. “I want to see if we can get anything. Is the power on, Joe?”
“Yeah. Apparently they stopped just an instant after I rang you.”
“Any idea when they might be on again?”
“Ought to be a few minutes, Nick. I’ve found that they apparently repeat each broadcast three times with a few hours interval between units of three.” He shoved a slip of paper over to Nick. “Here’s what I’ve managed to make out so far.”
Nick picked it up frowning. “Hmm—not much here—it reads ‘horribly warped by effects of motion’ . . . then there’s a blank—‘had to stay and one’—damn, another blank.”
“That’s where it either faded out or interference came in,” explained Joe.
“I see. This is where it reversed, eh? ‘Left and I am’ blank space ‘too slight to lift.’ That’s all.”