endrick ceased, moved toward a rheostat.
As he made ready to touch it, a breathless tension settled upon the assemblage. Upon the outcome of what was now to happen rested the fate of America—and the world.
Calmly, though every fiber of his being was at breaking stress, the young scientist opened the rheostat.
For an instant, the ray seared down—then, as it boomeranged back, the disc burst into flame, dissolved, disintegrated. A thin dust, like carbon, slowly settled to the laboratory floor.
Cutting off the current from the radio towers, Kendrick faced them, a light of triumph in his tired eyes.
"You see—it works," he said.
They saw. Beyond a doubt, it worked!
And what Kendrick saw, as his eyes met Marjorie's, made him forget his fatigue.