"Migul, can you—"
It spoke. "I hear you." They were thin, jangled tones, crackling and hissing with interference.
"What happened, Migul? Where is the girl?" I asked.
"Tugh—did this—to me. He took the girl."
"Where? Migul, where did he take her? Do you know?"
"Yes. I—have it recorded that he said—they were going to the Time-cage—overhead in the laboratory. He said—they—he and the girl were leaving forever!"
CHAPTER XXII
The Chase to the End of the World
he giant mechanism, fashioned in the guise of a man, lay dying. Yet not that, for it never had had life. It lay deranged; out of order; its intricate cycle was still operating, but faintly, laboriously. Jangling out of tune.