"I dunno." He turned. "Mr. Rush!"
No answer. Only the humming.
The door at the end of the room opened. A strange man came through it.
He wore a short toga-like garment of gray, metallic cloth belted at the
waist by something that glittered and shimmered through every color of
the spectrum. An aura of coldness and power emanated from him--a sense
of untouchable hauteur.
* * * * *
He glanced around the room, spoke in the same tongue the Rushes had
used.