Roger Kay sat at the controls. At North's instructions they ran the wires to an easy chair several yards away, as they were uncertain just how far the magnetic field would extend beyond the headset.
"Better tie me to the chair," North cautioned. "When the field is thrown on, I'll have no recollection of the present or why I'm here. Don't forget that. Until you bring me back by setting the dials to zero, mentally, I'll be back where I was whatever time we hit upon. It will seem to me that I'm waking suddenly in utterly strange circumstances and surroundings. You know what questions to ask, of course."
"Yes, Mr. North," said Roger. He turned to Dr. Dane. "Will you attend to the tying? Just sufficiently so that he can't rise in his bewilderment."
Ann North brought straps, and a few moments later Corvo North nodded that he was ready; then leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Roger Kay glanced at the instruments and then shifted two of the dials. There was a sudden hum from within the box, and Corvo North's eyes snapped open.
"What—what is this?" he demanded. "Why am I here?"
"Everything's all right, Mr. North," said Roger soothingly. "We'll release you in a moment. First please tell us what is the date."
"It's January twelfth, of course. Why do you—"
"And the year?"
"Twenty forty-five. Now will you kindly—"