Saxon realized there was no one in the control room, but himself, Murdock, and the captain.
"Coming?" asked the captain from the doorway.
"In a minute," Murdock replied.
The captain departed hastily, and Saxon followed the T.I.S. agent across the deck to the control board, where a single dial was marked off in parsecs.
"I'm damned curious about this four dimensional drive," Murdock confessed, as he dropped into an acceleration chair before the dial. "I've been through it before. But I'd like to follow its operation here in the control room as long as possible before we blank out. Are you game?"
"Sure," Saxon's voice was eager. He took a seat beside Murdock, staring at the dial marked off in parsecs with fascination.
He became conscious of a sobering silence. The robot controls had cut off the jets. A giddy feeling of weightlessness possessed him.
Suddenly the radiograph began to click off a message. He saw Murdock frown, tear off the tape, read it.
"Good Lord!" the T.I.S. agent burst out. "Read it! We've got to get to Villainowski before we go onto the stellar drive!" He leaped to his feet, went soaring in the air, a pained expression on his face. Murdock had forgotten their weightless condition now that the jets were off.
Saxon who had snatched the strip of paper, flashed his eye over the words.