“Now!” said Velikof sharply. He thrust in a small switch on the instrument panel.
There came a faint sizzle of corona and the top circular plate showed a few leakage-spikes from some sharp edges. There was a general, but very gentle tugging at iron-containing items in the pockets; the sample moved a bit.
A meter moved swiftly up the scale towards a red line and as it reached the line, the coils of glass flared with blinding brilliance and a faint, metallic ‘Ting!’ rang from the equipment.
Velikof laughed. “I know best of all that we should not look at it,” he said; “but even I cannot avoid it.”
Mangler looked towards the ceiling. There was a spiral image that moved with his eyes, a scintillating retained impression that changed in color from flaming green to beautiful blue to blood red
