“It just must be some trick picture,” argued Ellison.
“Did no other camera operated by some one having entered—they all ran for three minutes—did none have the shot recorded?” asked Grover, and Potts displayed films.
“They all did. Some fainter.”
“We can test for distance, with a sort of applause-volume machine,” suggested Ellison.
“But, first, let us come back to Astrovox,” urged Grover. “He is gone. Why? How? Did the man at the desk take him?” He turned and scanned the groups intently. “The fellow with his back turned has your shoulders, Ellison.”
“But not my suit.”
“You could change suits.”
“You certainly want to ‘pin it on’ me.”
“We want to find Astrovox.”
The electrician made a grunting sound.