"If Manning's mixed up in it,” said Craven acidly, “there isn't anything any of us can do about it. You're bucking money and genius together. This Manning is no slouch of a scientist himself and Page is better. They're a combination."
"You think they're good?” asked Chambers.
"Good? Didn't they discover material energy?” The scientist glowered at his employer. “That ought to be answer enough."
"Yes, I know,” Chambers agreed irritably. “But can you tell me how they worked this market deal?"
Craven grimaced. “I can guess. Those boys didn't stop with just finding how to harness material energy. They probably have more things than you can even suspect. They were working with force fields, you remember, when they stumbled onto the energy. Force fields are something we don't know much about. A man monkeying around with them is apt to find almost anything."
"What are you getting at?"
"My guess would be that they have a new kind of television working in the fourth dimension, using time as a factor. It would penetrate anything. Nothing could stop it. It could go anywhere, at a speed many times the speed of light… almost instantaneously."
Chambers sat upright in his chair. “Are you sure about this?"
Craven shook his head. “Just a guess. I tried to figure out what I would do if I were Page and Manning and had the things they had. That's all."
"And what would you do?"