"And we want her back, Vance," Mark broke in. "We want her back right now!"
He was moving forward, a juggernaut of menace, clenched fists half-raised.
"Keep away from me!" the antiquarian shrilled. His greasy face was paste-colored with terror. "Keep away! Don't touch me!"
The other caught his shoulders. Shook him as a terrier shakes a rat.
"Tell us!" he thundered. "Tell us how to bring her back!"
"I don't know what you're talking about! There wasn't anything wrong with the mirror I sent Elaine!"
"Tell us—"
The professor caught Mark's arm.
"Stop!" he begged. "Do not hurt him. There is a better way."
"A better way? What do you mean?"