THE GIMMICK TO FOOL him and cheat him. Where was it? Fenwick asked himself. Baker was sure it was here. If so, where could it be? There was no trickery in the crystal laboratory—unless it was the trickery of precision refinement of methods. Only men of great mechanical skill could accomplish what Ellerbee and his friend were doing. Genius behind the milking machine! Fenwick could almost sympathize with Baker in his hiding behind the ridiculous Index. Without some such protection a man could encounter shocks.
The crackpot fringe.
Where else would credence have been given to the phenomenon of a crystal that seemed to radiate in a nonelectromagnetic way?
But, of course, it couldn’t actually be doing that. All the books, all the authorities, and the known scientific principles said it could
