After a few minutes the animal, at his level, quieted.
Roger, allowing still more time, finally laid aside his protective “gas mask” arrangement, and quietly tried the door. It had been unwedged. He did not emerge, however, but went into a corner to wait.
Whoever might open that door, he thought——
A criminal would haunt the scene, to see the effect of his plan.
Would it, he wondered, be Clark? He had threatened. Or—Toby? Or Millman? Of course not the Tibetans. They were not chemists: they were priests.
He grew tense, watchful.
The outer light-trap door was being opened.
Chapter 32
SCIENCE FIGHTS CRAFT
Watching, Roger saw and recognized the man who entered. The bio-chemist, Zendt, came in with a film magazine of exposed celluloid in one hand.
“How are my diffusion shots coming along?”