Douglass returned to his post.
Swiftly, Kendall altered the atomic distortion storage apparatus, and returned to the power-board. "Ready?"
"Check."
Kendall shoved home the switch. The storage device was silent. Only a slight feeling of strain made itself felt, and the sudden noisy hum of a small transformer nearby. "She works, Buck!" Devin called. "The readings check almost exactly."
"All good then. Now I want to get to that atomic thing. We can let that slide for a little bit—I'll answer it."
The telephone had rung noisily. "Kendall Labs—Kendall speaking."
"This is Superintendent Foster, of the New York Power, Mr. Kendall. We have some trouble just now that we think your operations may be responsible for. The sub-station at North Beaumont blew all the fuses, and threw the breakers at the main station. The men out there said the transformers began howling—"
"Right you are—I'm afraid I did do that. I had no idea that it would reach so far. How far is that from my place here?"
"It's about a thousand yards, according to the survey maps."
"Thanks—and I'll be careful about it. Any damage, I am responsible for? All okay?"