"But tell me, what did he do?"
Carroll smiled in a superior fashion. "What I'm going to do to try this out," he said. "I'm going elsewhere with a second model and establish my own line of communication.
"So far as I know the only other ones are in the hands of your people—and normal, happy, serious-minded folk seldom call their enemies on the telephone to pass the time of day. So, Rhine, if you'll stay here—"
"I've no place to go," she told him. "I'll stay. You'll not be long?"
"I've got to build it first," he said. "I've got the parts here but it's not assembled."
"But—"
"It's 'tinkertoy' fashion in a suitcase," he said. "I obviously can't carry a six-foot circle of half-inch copper tubing fastened to a podium of heavy metal through the streets of Ladysmith without trouble. I'm leaving tonight, Rhine. You wait for me here."
"I'll wait," she said with a smile.
Doctor Pollard blinked when Miss Farragut announced James Forrest Carroll.