"I thought you had," said Chambers sourly. "If not, you would have been the only one who hadn't heard how Ben Wrail took Chambers for a ride." "He really took you then," commented Craven. "I thought maybe it was just one of those stories." "He took me, but that's not what's worrying me. I want to know how he did it. No man, not even the most astute student of the market, could have foretold the trend of the market the way he did. And Wrail isn't the most astute. It isn't natural when a man who has always played the safe side suddenly turns the market upside down. Even less natural when he never makes a mistake." "Well," demanded Craven, "what do you want me to do about it? I'm a scientist. I've never owned a share of stock in my life." "There's an angle to it that might interest you," said Chambers smoothly, leaning back, puffing at the cigar. "Wrail is a close friend of Manning. And Wrail himself didn't have the money it took to swing those deals. Somebody furnished that money." "Manning?" asked Craven. "What do you think?" "If Manning's mixed up in it," said Craven acidly, "there isn't anything any of us can do about it. You're bucking money and genius together. This Manning is no slouch of a scientist himself and Page is better. They're a combination." * * * * * "You think they're good?" asked Chambers. "Good? Didn't they discover material energy?" The scientist glowered at his employer. "That ought to be answer enough." "Yes, I know," Chambers agreed irritably. "But can you tell me how they worked this market deal?" Craven grimaced. "I can guess. Those boys didn't stop with just finding how to harness material energy. They probably have more things than you can even suspect. They were working with force fields, you remember, when they stumbled onto the energy. Force fields are something we don't know much about. A man monkeying around with them is apt to find almost anything." "What are you getting at?" "My guess would be that they have a new kind of television working in the fourth dimension, using time as a factor. It would penetrate anything. Nothing could stop it. It could go anywhere, at a speed many times the speed of light ... almost instantaneously." Chambers sat upright in his chair. "Are you _sure_ about this?" Craven shook his head. "Just a guess. I tried to figure out what I would do if I were Page and Manning and had the things they had. That's all." "And what would you do?" Craven smiled dourly. "I'd be using that television right in this office," he said. "I'd keep you and me under observation all the time. If what I think is true, Manning is watching us now and has heard every word we said." Chambers' face was a harsh mask of anger. "I don't believe it could be done!" "Doctor Craven is right," said a quiet voice. Chambers swung around in his chair and gasped. Greg Manning stood inside the room, just in front of the desk.