And as I blinked, the light coalesced into a form! It was, roughly, the form of a man—and from where its head should be there came a strange, strained, hollow voice.
"Ombiggs!"
Then the light flickered, and was gone, and with it was gone the voice and the last vestige of my self-control. I let loose one squawk—out loud!—and dived for the darkness and comparative security of the region under the couch!
Not so Hank. He stood stockstill in the middle of the floor. I yelled at him,
"Hank, did you do that? Did you touch something on the radio?"
There was a faint, puzzled look on his face.
"Nope, Jim. I didn't do nothin'. Did you see him, too?"
"I saw him. Whoever he was. But who—how?"
"I dunno." Slowly. "Leastwise, the only thing I can think of is so durn unlikely—Hey, listen!"
The radio music had stopped suddenly. The voice of the announcer was clear, crisp, ominous.