“Hell, no. I was a mile away. How about you?”
Jimmie bent his knees to bring his face level with that of the other man. “I don’t think so. Just take a look at the whites of my eyes. Still white?”
“Still white.”
“No greenish tinge?”
“No greenish tinge, Jimmie.”
“Thank God for that. On the rats it showed in their eyeballs in about twenty seconds. Maybe twenty-five. Made ’em greenish. In fifty seconds—no more rat. Just—rat carcass.”
“The devil!”
“If it proves to be stable enough, and portable, we’ll call it Corinthite.”
“We will not! No lousy poison gas is going to wear my name!”
“It won’t be a gas,” Jimmie answered, grinning. “Not when you drop it. It’ll be a liquid. A sort of a shower bath. It’ll turn into a gas later on—quite a bit later. At first it’ll be harmless. When it dries a bit—well, I wouldn’t send my worst enemy in that lab now.”