And that was why day and night seemed a hundred times faster than normal, to him. He had, already, lived through several days!
Farris stumbled to his feet. As he did so, he knocked his pipe from the arm of the chair.
It did not fall to the floor. It just disappeared instantly, and the next instant was lying on the floor.
“It fell. But it fell so fast I couldn’t see it.”
Farris felt his brain reel to the impact of the unearthly. He found that he was trembling violently.
He fought to get a grip on himself. This wasn’t witchcraft. It was a secret and devilish science, but it wasn’t supernatural.
He, himself, felt as normal as ever. It was his surroundings, the swift rush of day and night especially, that alone told him he was changed.
He heard a scream, and stumbled out to the living-room of the bungalow. Lys came running toward him.
She still wore her jacket and slacks, having obviously been too worried about her brother to retire completely. And there was terror in her face.
“What’s happened?” she cried. “The light—”