“Yes. One of my assistants brought them in this afternoon. Would you like to see them?”
“I’ll say I would!”
“I rather thought you might,” the professor smiled. “Come along, then.”
And as Jim turned, he shot a look at Joan, and added:
“You may come too, my dear, if you want.”
They went out and up the hill to where the great white dome glistened under the stars, and once inside, Jim Carter of The New York Press was privileged to see two of those strange objects that had turned the world topsy-turvy.
As the Tokyo dispatch and the Berlin television flash had indicated, they were orange in color, about the size of baseballs.
“Weird looking eggs, all right!” said Jim. “What are they made of, anyway?”
“Some element unknown on earth,” replied Professor Wentworth.