You are free, Philo.
Philo (perfunctorily)
Thank you, doctor.
Seymour
But you must have rest from this work. These subjects are too overwhelming for a sane brain to carry without harm. This attic is gloomy and the atmosphere unhealthy. You must have a complete change.
Philo
I see. That is your answer to my discovery. (Turns suddenly to Warner.) And what do you think of it, father?
Warner
I don't seem to get hold of it, somehow, Philo. (Crosses to machine and stares at it.) What's the good, anyhow? They're too far away. 'Twouldn't help business.
(Philo gives a queer laugh. Warner opens door.)