"Schnell, Wood's just arrived. What shall I tell him?"
"Don't bother. He knows it all."
"Schnell, granting that you are right, why should he show his hand
when he knows--or could easily find out--that the time-lock setting
mechanism is on your side of that vault door?"
"Sure it is," I replied. "But it's covered by a sheet of five-ply
safety glass."
"Use your revolver!"
"Chief, reprimand me for a violation of regulations if you must, but
let me point out that only an idiot would wear a gun when he's pitting
himself against a Psi-man."
"Got everything figured out, haven't you, Schnell?"
"Chief," I said, "this affair started in a sealed room, and now it's
going to end in one."
I yanked on the telephone and pulled it out of its connection block,
snapping that link of communication. Then, to satisfy Edward Hazlett
Wood, I hurled the instrument as hard as I could against the safety
glass. The telephone bounced as if I had thrown it against six solid
feet of battleship plate armor.
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