“Who?” Tubby asked with interest. “What is his name?”
“His name is Einstein,” answered the professor. “I hate him—I loathe him—I despise him.”
“Oh,” said Tubby. “I’m sorry.”
“But he cannot harm me. I’m too clever for him. And you will help me. We still have time—he cannot prove anything yet.”
“No—yes,” said Tubby.
The professor stood up. “Let us get on with my invention. Then you’ll see what a wonderful man I am. I will be brief.”
Tubby joined him beside the telescope in the center of the room.
“What you must understand first,” said the professor, “is my theory of Light.” Tubby waited.
“No light is ever destroyed,” the professor continued. “It passes beyond our vision, that is all. But it always exists somewhere, in the outer realms of Space.”
“That’s where it goes when it goes out,” Tubby put in. “Ain’t I right?”