"I can see why Keeshwar was so interested."
"As soon as I'm out of bed, I want you to call on me at my laboratory, Fred. I'll show you something that will make your eyes pop out of your head."
I turned to leave, when something on the window pane caught my eye. It was a small, cherry-red spot, about the size of a twenty-five cent piece.
The minute I saw it, I knew what it was. I shouted to the interne—really a detective—outside the door, and lifted Trella into my arms. I must admit that I handled her a little roughly and she groaned as I hurried her out of the room. But what I did was necessary.
As I left the room, the glass of the pane melted and a beam flashed across the room, striking the bed where Trella had been an instant before. That beam was an Oronic Ray, 5,000 degrees hot, of the type used in welding the rockets of space ships.
It was evident that Gustav Keeshwar intended to finish Trella Mayo whether I would help him or not.
A few weeks later I visited Trella in her laboratory.
"I'm anxious to see this incomprehensible conveyance," I explained.
"At least, I'm glad you are taking an interest in something besides my safety and my operation scar," she replied.