Jane Carroad said, "Backtrack a little, Jason. And then run it forward at normal speed."
James Carroad had been standing before her, rigid, a figure seemingly made of white metal, his face almost as white as his uniform. Abruptly, he broke into fluidity and lurched out of the laboratory. His motions were broken; his shouts, broken also.
"Won't stay to listen ... rot ... mysticism ... believe this ... go insane! Mean ... no control ... no control...."
And his voice was lost as the door closed behind him.
Jane said, "I don't want to hear this, Jason. But...."
Instantly, the voice boomed, "God, he's at the window! And he has a knife! What can I do? What can I do? Father, father, I'm your son! He knows it, he knows it, yet he's going to kill me. The window! He's breaking it! Oh, Lord, he's been locked up for nineteen years, ever since he shot and killed my mother and all those men and I was born a Caesarean and I didn't know he'd escape and still want to kill me, though they told me that's all he talked about, raving mad, and...."
THE END