"Sure. Push the button for Shiro, and we'll start something."
"Put your head against this screen," he directed when Shiro had come in, smiling and bowing as usual. "I've got to caliper your brains to do a good job."
The calipering done, he adjusted various dials and clamped the electrodes over his own head and over the heads of Crane and Shiro.
"Want to learn Japanese while we're at it, Mart? I'm going to."
"Yes, please. I tried to learn it while I was in Japan, but it was altogether too difficult to be worth while."
Seaton threw in a switch, opened it, depressed two more, opened them, and threw off the power.
"All set," he reported crisply, and barked a series of explosive syllables at Shiro, ending upon a rising note.
"Yes, sir," answered the Japanese. "You speak Nipponese as though you had never spoken any other tongue. I am very grateful to you, sir, that I may now discard my dictionary."
"How about you two girls—anything you want to learn in a hurry?"
"Not me!" declared Dorothy emphatically. "That machine is too darn weird to suit me. Besides, if I knew as much about science as you do, we'd probably fight about it."