“Not quite, Mortimer. Look to the centre of the swastika.”
“I don’t understand what is you wish me to see?” spoke he of the normally astute mind.
“Look again.”
He did through narrowed eyes, studious. His secondary gasp told he, too, had seen it. “The world within a cog.”
“Any ideas?”
“I could surmise but think it best I should withhold my suspicions until I deem it a more pertinent time to reveal them.”
“Not even a hint?”
“No!”
Grace held her tongue, seeing the turmoil that rankled beneath her host’s features. Instead, she gazed about the immensity of the cavern whilst Headlock tried to clear his mind. With he in somewhat of a world of his own, Grace waited respectfully before deciding to take the lead once more.
“I think this puts a slightly different perspective on things,” Grac
