“You’re from West Virginia, aren’t you? What town? Look into the camera and tell me—”
A long drawn-out wail from Clarissa interrupted her.
“I am looking,” she cried, “but I don’t see anything! What’s the matter with me? Why don’t I show?”
CHAPTER V
Impossible Answers
An exclamation went up from the people taking the tour. “She’s right. There isn’t any picture?”
“What’s that bright spot of light?” asked Judy.
She had never seen anything like it before. The picture on the television screen seemed to be closing in on all sides. Instead of Clarissa’s face, an eerie, wavering light danced before her eyes.
“There must be something wrong with the set,” the guide began. “Step back a moment, and I’ll see—”
She stopped. Clarissa’s face had become waxy white. She would have fallen if Judy hadn’t rushed to her side.