arjorie had reappeared by now and together they bound him to a chair with a gilded cord torn from the drapery.
Removing the precious mechanism from his wrist, Kendrick slipped it on his own.
"Now let's go!" he said, pressing the protruding square button of the device. "We haven't a minute to—my golly, what a peculiar sensation!"
"It is rather odd, isn't it?" she laughed, pressing her own and joining him in that invisible realm.
"Feels like a combination electric massage and cold shower! Where are you, anyway? I can't see you."
"Of course you can't!" came an unseen tinkle. "Here!"
He felt her brush him.
"Better hold hands," he suggested, then gave an invisible flush he was glad she couldn't see.
"All right. A good idea."
Her delicate hand came into his, soft, warm. Heart vibrating even faster than his body, his whole being a-quiver with a strange exaltation, Kendrick opened the door, and they left the apartment.