It did. They found the wrench inside the space between the walls!
Russ stared at the shadow in the fluoroscope plate. Undeniably it was the shadow of the wrench.
"Fourth dimension," he said. "Transported in time."
The muscles in Greg's cheeks were tensed, that old flame of excitement burning in his eyes, but otherwise his face was the mask of old, the calm, almost terrible mask that had faced a thousand dangers.
"Power and time," he corrected.
"If we can control it," said Russ.
"Don't worry. We can control it. And when we can, it's the biggest thing we've got."
Wilson licked his lips, dredged a cigarette out of a pocket.
"If you don't mind," he said, "I'll hit for Frisco tonight. This tooth of mine is getting worse."
"Sure, can't keep an aching tooth," agreed Russ, thinking of the wrench while talking.