But the thing that stopped Peter Wright cold was the ... the—
The missing link!
Several inches of the caliper were missing.
Ben nodded.
Peter reached forward gingerly and passed his fingers through the space. He felt of the ends. They were microscopically smooth, true planes of cleavage. The far end, that acted as anvil for the main ram was solid and immobile despite being separated from the framework by six inches of—nothing.
"You see," said Ben, "we need only a small port in the item we're building. For instance—" and Ben opened the closet door a crack, slid the far end inside, and then closed the door. He shoved forward and rapped the door panel with the main ram. Then pulled back and—
Rapped the inside of the door panel with the hidden end.