And in Tibet, the rock that cut off the sound had made no noise as its counterweight allowed it to shut out the wind that made the moans as it howled across the Himalayas and up through tunnel and whistling Buddha’s hollow cavities!
Even as he made his startling realization, Roger heard a bell.
It came from the office telephone.
He dashed down the stairs, cutting out the projector as he ran by.
“Hello!——”
A voice came, thin with distance.
“That you, Rog’?”
“Yes. Tip—at the lab. Where are you?”
“Hunting Grover.”
“Where did he go?”