Larry thought for a moment. Then, "The sun! There isn't any sun."

"There is a sun," cried the girl, "but you can't see it. It's concealed

behind a huge dome of _impervite_--a sort of leaded, polarized glass.

Harg told me all about it while you were unconscious.

"In the year 17,000 A.D., or thereabouts, there was a terrible

catastrophe on Earth. Man's constant drainage of electrical energy

created a rupture in the Heaviside layer, and the layer collapsed.

As you know, the Heaviside layer is Earth's only protection against

potentials from space, from the undiluted strength of the Milliken rays.

* * * * *

"Without that protection, life on Earth was doomed. So large areas were

domed over with this sixty-foot-thick layer of _impervite_. And--"

"And in the meantime," interrupted Larry, "intense subjection to cosmic

radiation, along with the increasing use of telepathy, turned the human

race's hearing apparatus from a useful organ into a vestigial one."

"And one," agreed the girl, "sensitive as the nerve of a tooth. It must

be that. It couldn't be anything else. So there is Harg's weakness.

Now, if we can only find some way to play upon it--"

Larry said gloomily, "But he still is the only one who can return us to

our own time."

Sandra's hand touched his swiftly, confidently.

"We'll find some way to make him," she whispered. "We'll do it, you and

I--"

Even under these circumstances Larry Wilson found the touch of that

hand thrilling, the confidence of Sandra's voice, with its "you and I,"

endearing. It was a jest of the gods that this new glory should have

come to him at last in such a situation. But the year mattered little.

Time or no Time, he knew, and he thought she knew--

"Sandra," he said, "there is one thing--"

"Shhh!" she cautioned suddenly. "Footsteps!"

The metallic doorpane slid back, and once again Harg entered the room,

this time accompanied by a pair of diminutive companions garbed in

plainer, cruder harness than that of the scientist. Larry made an

effort to expunge all thought from his mind, fearful that the man of

the future might read his new determination. But Harg smiled easily.

"You will come with me now, Miss Day."

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