“So you’re in it, are you?” he mentally accused. “Well, two can play that heliograph game. I can read if you can send.”
While he listened to Mr. Ellison’s angry commands to get that film developed or the Chief would be called up, Roger mentally received the flickers of the heliograph-like gold back of the twisting charm.
“B-e c-a-r-e-f-u-l.”
“Warning him,” Roger’s mental comment was not audible.
“More?” He saw the charm continue, as if the doctor was nervous.
“R-o-g-e-r,” it told him.
“He’s warning me!”
Roger, grateful, and glad that his first suspicion had been unwarranted, waited to see if more would come, while his facial expression was meant to infuriate Millman and Ellison.
“B-e-h-i-n-d y-o-u.”
Roger, turning his head, realized that there was good intention plainly apparent in that peculiar flicker-warning.