Craven smiled dourly. “I'd be using that television right in this office,” he said. “I'd keep you and me under observation all the time. If what I think is true, Manning is watching us now and has heard every word we said."
Chambers’ face was a harsh mask of anger. “I don't believe it could be done!"
"Doctor Craven is right,” said a quiet voice.
Chambers swung around in his chair and gasped. Greg Manning stood inside the room, just in front of the desk.
"I hope you don't mind,” said Greg. “I've been wanting to have a talk with you."
Craven leaped to his feet, his eyes shining. “Three dimensions!” he whispered. “How did you do it?” Greg chuckled. “I haven't patented the idea, Doctor. I'd rather not tell you just now."
"You will accept my congratulations, however?” asked Craven.
"That's generous of you. I really hadn't expected this much."
"I mean it,” said Craven. “Damned if I don't.” Chambers was on his feet, leaning across the desk, with his hand held out. Greg's right hand came out slowly.
"Sorry I really can't shake hands,” he said. “I'm not here, you know. Just my image."