Kingston laughed nastily, Virginia screamed. Bronson whirled—and Kingston was gone!
Bronson leaped to the viewer controls and spun the dial to Kingston's official quarters. The viewer showed a technician just in the act of spinning the steering dials in a random whirl like a man locking a combination safe.
Kingston fell a-sprawl, still bound, against Maddox, who had come with him. Maddox removed the bonds and Kingston fingered the amulet on his wrist with pride. "That was quick," he said.
"Had to be," said Maddox. "I knew that the instant you disappeared from Bronson's laboratory he'd leap to the viewer to see your laboratory. So once you arrived, we both came here and Tony spun the dials so that Bronson can't follow us by reading the calibration."
"That isn't all," chuckled Kingston. "Now we know how to reach Bronson!"
Bronson turned from the controls unhappily. "How did he do that?" he asked plaintively.
Virginia shook her head. "Wrong culture or no," she said, "Earth Three seems to take all the tricks."
Bronson nodded wearily. He put head in hands and worried visibly—and was taken out of it when a bell tinkled on the wall. Bronson leaped to his feet with a shout.
"Maybe we're not licked yet," he said. "That was the automatic mass spectro-analyzer."