But instead of releasing it, she brushed his hand aside and brought the gun-butt down sharply on the screen of Horning's scanning scope.
The scanner smashed to splinters.
Horning went rigid. But before he could move, his wife had jerked back the gun, reversed it, and leveled it at him.
Horning cursed aloud.
For the first time, Myrtle smiled.
It reminded Horning of the grin on a bleaching skull.
She said: "Set your dials at 830-X-974."
For a moment Horning hesitated. But the gun was very steady. Seething, he did as he was told.
"Now turn your projector drive to high."
Horning gripped the corner of his unit's bulky case. "Where are you sending me? Why did you smash the scanner so I couldn't see?"