Grinning wolfishly, Bronson spoke.
“The next problem,” he said, “is the job of getting back to Earth One.”
“How can we?”
“Who has the key?” Bronson asked.
“Kingston.”
“Then we proceed to grab Leader Kingston and apply bamboo splinters under the fingernails or place a rat on his bare tummy, placing a bowl on top of the rat, and then building a small fire on top of the bowl. In other words, we shall—ah—urge is the word—urge him to reveal his method of getting in touch with his bunch on Earth One.”
Virginia shuddered.
Bronson turned to the steering controls and located Kingston. Then, standing near the focal volume, Bronson motioned for the girl to throw the switch. Kingston appeared instantly and, before the Leader could get his wits together, Ed Bronson swung a heavy fist with all th
