The watchman flashed a beam of light. "Who's in there?"
He switched on the lights. The brake was motionless.
"I'd have sworn that thing was working," said the watchman.
Kennely shrugged. "Nobody's here. It couldn't have been working."
The watchman left hesitantly with a final backward glance at the inert, giant brake.
"Brian, that thing was going!" Devon said when they were alone.
"I know. But I wouldn't want that watchman spreading word that the model shop is haunted."
"Haunted! Good grief!"
They moved slowly about the shop. On all the machine tools were partly worked pieces of stock, as if the equipment had suddenly ceased operation in the midst of heated activity. The engineers knew that Mac didn't allow his men to leave their machines in that condition. Kennely placed his hand on the motors and on the cutting tools. They were hot.
The suggestion of an intangible presence that had suddenly turned off all the machines the moment the door opened was oppressive. Certainly, the engineers knew that such a thing was ridiculous and impossible, yet the impression was there, nevertheless.