"Here, wait a minute!" Jeff called. But Snader was gone.
"Sit still," Bullen growled to Jeff. "You understand radioptics?"
The blood went to Jeff's head. "My business is television, if that's
what you mean. What's this about?"
"Tell him, Kersey," the big man said, and stared out the window.
Kersey began, "You understand, I think, that you have come back in
time. About six years back."
"That's a matter of opinion, but go on."
"I am general manager of Continental Radioptic Combine, owned by Mr.
Dumont Bullen." He nodded toward the big man. "Chromatics have not
yet been developed here in connection with radioptics. They are well
understood in your time, are they not?"
"What's chromatics? Color television?"
"Exactly. You are an expert in--ah--colored television, I think."