asked Herb.
"We call them the Hellhounds," said the Engineer, but that was not exactly what he meant. The thought brought together a certain measure of loathing mixed with fear and hatred. Hellhounds was the nearest the Earthlings could translate the thought.
"They can break through the time-space curve," said Caroline, musingly, "and they can travel in the fifth-dimensional inter-space." She flashed a look at Gary, a look filled with the flare of inspiration. 'Perhaps," she said, "that is the answer. Perhaps that is what we should try to find the answer to.”
"I don't know what you mean," said Gary, "but maybe you are right.”
"The space-time curve would be rigid," said Kingsley. "Rigid and hard to unravel. Lines of stress and force that would be entirely new. That would take mathematical knowledge. That and tremendous power.”
"The power of new energy," said Gary. "Perhaps the power of the energy the rubbing universes will create.”
Kingsley stared at him as if he had struck him with an open hand. "You have it," he shouted. "You have it!”
"But we haven't got the energy," said Gary, bluntly.
"No," agreed Kingsley. "We'll have to get that first.”
"And control it," said Caroline.