She backed warily into the cage. It would have been pleasant to kiss those wonderful lips good-by. I'd thought about them for a whole month, wanting them and loathing them at the same time.
It would have been like kissing a coral snake. I knew it and I concentrated on shutting the gate on her.
"You'd like to be rich, wouldn't you, Weldon?" she asked through the mesh.
"I can be," I said. "I have the machine. I can send people into the past or future and make myself a pile of dough. Only I'd give them food to take along. I wouldn't kill them off to keep the secret to myself. Anything else on your mind?"
"You want me," she stated.
I didn't argue.
"You could have me."
"Just long enough to get my throat slit or brains blown out. I don't want anything that much."
I rammed the switch closed.
The mesh cage blurred and she was gone. Her blood was on the floor, but she was gone into the future I had just come from.