He stopped. The pencil fell from his finger and he swung around slowly to face Manning.
"What's the matter now?” asked Greg.
"Look,” said Russ excitedly. “We're working in four dimensions. And if we televised through four dimensions, what would we get?"
Greg wrinkled his brow. Suddenly his face relaxed. “You don't mean we can televise in three dimensions, do you?"
"That's what it should work out to,” declared Russ. He swung back to the table again, picked up his pencil and jotted down equations. He looked up from the sheet. “Three dimensional television!” he almost whispered.
"Something new again,” commented Greg.
"I'll say it's new!"
Russ reached out and jerked a calculator toward him. Rapidly he set up the equations, pressed the tabulator lever. The machine gurgled and chuckled, clicked out the result. Bending over to read it, Russ sucked in his breath.
"It's working out right,” he said.
"That'll mean new equipment, lots of it,” Greg pointed out. “Wilson's gone, damn him. Who's going to help us?"