“Get in the car,” I said.
“Where are we going?” Marge demanded.
“Out to pick up Lewis.”
I must have sounded like nothing to trifle with, for they piled in and I got out of there as fast as the car would take us.
The homes and factories and stores that had bought the gadget were gushing so much dust, visibility wouldn’t be worth a damn before long.
I had to wade through about two feet of dust on the laboratory floor to get to Lewis’s office and hold a handkerchief over my nose to keep from suffocating.
Inside the car we got our faces wiped off and most of the dust hacked out of our throats. I could see then that Lewis was about three shades paler than usual, although, to tell the truth, he always was a pasty-looking creature.
“It’s the creatures from that third dimension,” he said anxiously. “The place where we were sending all the dust. They got sick and tired of having it pour in on them and they got it figured out and now they’re firing the dust right back at us.”
“Now calm down. We’re just jumping to the conclusion that this was caused by our gadget.”
“I checked, Joe. It was. The dust is coming out in jets from every single place where we sent it through. No place else.”