Fleigh came out of the lock first and paused while he waited for Slim to shoulder the tarpaulin-covered Curtis and follow....
Fleigh came out of the lock first and paused while he waited for Slim to shoulder the tarpaulin-covered Curtis and follow. He grinned and pointed at the Greek characters in the sign. "Magician and wonder-worker; specialist in imitation and mockery," he translated. "I looked it up on Mars, so don't go thinking it's some kind of spell.... Now if the old fool will open up...."
Max remembered his own preconceptions of Greek's process, pictured various impressive-looking apparatus, which included a large tube through which some sort of lightning zig-zagged, and a beautiful woman taking form from a stream of transmuted elements streaming from the top. It was nothing like such cinematic legerdemain, of course.
Max pictured a beautiful woman taking form from a stream of transmuted elements streaming from the tube.
"Why ain't English good enough for him?" complained Slim. "I don't go for that magic stuff, Max. We been...."