“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Headlock mused.
“Tick-tock.”
“Hmm, I see you are. I presume you can get your daughter to safety.”
“I can get all four of us to safety.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I have to stay and put a stop to our lunatic friend,” said Headlock ignorant of Professor Grace’s supposed numerical blunder.
“You are a noble man, Mortimer, the best, but it is quite unnecessary, I assure you.”
“Then I would advise any explanation to be made with haste. I fear if we tarry it will result in our exposure.”
“Can someone please tell me what is going on?” Grace interjected.
“I shall go one better. Observe.”
Professor Grace gently ushered his daughter aside, took something from under the flag-draped trolley and staggered over to the machine. The old man felt against the outer b
