The judge took the cube, examined it with some interest, and then set it down on the desk.
"Now," said Tinken, "if you do not object, I should like to present a demonstration of the matter transmitter. May I?"
Hamilton brightened slightly. "Permission is granted."
"Thank you." Tinken made motions and technicians came in with the two cabinets.
"This isn't good," said Kingman's assistant to the lawyer. "The old goat looks interested."
"Don't worry," said Kingman. "This'll take a long time, and by the time they get done, Hamilton will be ready to throw them out. Besides, it will make a good arguing point for my final blast. And, brother, I've got a talking-point that will scream for itself."
"But suppose they convince—"
"Look," smiled Kingman, "this is really an argument as to whether matter or intelligence is carried. Believe me, that has everything to do with it. I'm keeping one idea under the wraps until shooting-time so they won't be able to get an argument against it. We're a cinch. That's why I kept it in a legal court instead of a technical court. The Techs would award it to Channing on a technical basis, but the legal boys have got to follow my argument."
"How about an appeal?"
"The record of this court is still a very heavy argument. Look, they're about to start."