"No, I can see only what you see with your own eyes."
Then I must have been staring at the blonde. I held my breath when I asked, "Can you tell what I'm thinking?"
"No."
I breathed again.
"I can translate what you say into language, though. Something happens when I throw two hundred and twenty volts into this bank of tubes. As near as I can figure, it creates a 'time-warp'—which doesn't mean much of anything objectively. I don't know how it works; I couldn't even duplicate it. I suppose some high-powered electronics engineer could figure it out, but I don't want anybody but you and me even to know about it. What I'm interested in is what we can do with it."
"What I'm interested in," I said, "is how much money we can make with it."
Slim looked at me with his great burning eyes while the steam rose from under the iron on my pants.
"You're about to find out." The ground-glass screen slowly lighted. A new bank of tubes began to sparkle and then settled down into a greenish glow. Slim turned dials, and there was the figure of a woman on the screen.
"That," said Slim, "is Mrs. Tom Ellingbery."
Well, of course I couldn't see her face. She was playing bridge, apparently. Her hands looked nice. The woman at her left said, "I hear you've filed suit against your husband."