CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Craven watched the Invincible gather speed and tear swiftly through the black, saw it grow tiny and then disappear entirely, either swallowed by the distance or snapping into the Strange super-space that existed beyond the speed of light.
He turned from the window, chuckling.
Stutsman snarled at him: “What's so funny?"
The scientist glared at the wolfish face and without speaking, walked to the desk and sat down. He reached for pencil and paper.
Chambers walked over to watch him.
"You've found something, Doctor,” he said quietly.
Craven laughed, throatily. “Yes, I have. I've found a lot. Manning thinks he can keep us out here, but he's wrong. We'll be in the Solar System less than a week after he gets there."
Chambers stifled a gasp, tried to speak calmly. “You mean, this?"
"Of course I mean it. I don't waste my time with foolish jokes."