His eyes were flames. His hands closed and unclosed horribly. Von Holtz gaped at him, shocked out of his fury into fear again. He went unsteadily back to his lean-to. And Smithers went back to the dimensoscope. It was his turn to watch that other world for signs of Denham and Evelyn, and for any sign of danger to them.
Tommy adjusted the screen before the bench on which he was working, so Von Holtz could not see his task, and went back to work. It was a rather intricate task he had undertaken, and before the events of the past few days he would have said it was insane. But now he was taking it quite casually.
Presently he said:
“Smithers.”
Smithers did not look away from the brass tube.
“Yeah?”
“You’re thinking more about Miss Denham than her father.”
Smithers did not reply for a moment. Then he said:
“Well? What if I am?”