Only near the End of the World does Fate catch up with Tugh, the cripple who ran amuck through Time.
CHAPTER XX
Following Tugh's Vibration-Trail
Within the subterranean room of the cavern of machinery, Mary Atwood and I sat on the couch. Our guard, Migul the Robot, fronted us with the white-ray cylinder in its metal fingers—the only mechanism to be armed with this deadly weapon.
"I am your friend," Mary was saying with a smile. "Do you believe that, Migul?"
"Yes. If you say so. But I have my orders."
"You have treated me kindly, and I want to help you. But you are not very clever, Migul."
"I am clever. I went beyond control once. No one can can control me."
"Except Tugh," Mary persisted. "You never went beyond his control, Migul."
"No. His control—he is different: he holds such great power."