"It will be twenty minutes or so, I think," said Tremaine. "Stay where you are and get some rest."
Bram looked at him, his blue eyes grim under white brows. "What do you know of this matter, young man?"
"I think I've doped out the pattern; I've been monitoring these transmissions for weeks. My ideas seemed to prove out okay the last few nights."
"No one but I in all this world knew of the Niss attack. How could you have analyzed that which you knew not of?"
"Maybe you don't know it, Bram, but this Repellor of yours has been playing hell with our communications. Recently we developed what we thought was a Top Secret project—and you're blasting us off the air."
"This is only a small portable unit, poorly screened," Bram said. "The resonance effects are unpredictable. When one seeks to channel the power of thought—"
"Wait a minute!" Tremaine burst out.
"What is it?" Miss Carroll said, alarmed.
"Hyperwave," Tremaine said. "Instantaneous transmission. And thought. No wonder people had headaches—and nightmares! We've been broadcasting on the same band as the human mind!"
"This 'hyperwave'," Bram said. "You say it is instantaneous?"