The racket and hubbub died, and Tinken faced the judge. "These are plainly labeled. They are matter transmitter and matter receiver. We have here a set of metal bars. They are made of copper, steel, aluminum, some complex alloys, and the brother to that glass cube you have before you. We will transmit this set of objects from here to there. Have you any suggestions?"
"A matter of control and identity. What have you for control?"
"Nothing that is outside of our hands," smiled Tinken. "Would you care to send something of your own? Your gavel? Inkwell? Marked coin? Anything?"
"I'd offer my glasses except for the fact that I cannot see without them," said Judge Hamilton.
"We wouldn't break them or damage them a bit."
"I know—that much faith I do have—but I'd not see the experiment."
"A good point. Anything else?"
"My watch. It is unique enough for me." He handed over the watch, which was quite sizable.
Tinken inspected the watch and smiled. "Very old, isn't it? A real collector's item, I dare say."
Hamilton beamed. "There are nine of them in the Solar System," he said. "And I know where the other eight are."