"Intact?" Tarman's face set suspiciously.
"Intact."
"What will you do during those hours?"
"Try to make what analysis that we can."
"All right," the transportation chief sighed wearily. "I guess another day at this rate of indemnity won't completely ruin us."
"One other thing." said Kennely. "You must promise not to make yourselves apparent until we are alone here again."
"All right. Anything — as long as you promise to return our cargo within that time limit. Good-by."
For a moment the two strangers out of another age glared balefully at the engineers. Then, abruptly, they vanished.
Devon passed his hand over his moist brow and looked around at the shambles in the model shop.
"I suppose it all happened. There'll be proof enough when we hear from Mac and Webber about this —"