"Shut up, all of you!" For so thin a man, Carl had an astonishing voice. "I worked this out, so let me tell it." He turned to Benson. "Maybe I'm tougher than the rest of them, or maybe I'm not as deeply conditioned. For one thing, I'm tone-deaf. Well, here's the way it is. Gregory can set the machine to function automatically. You stand where he shows you, press the button he shows you, and fifteen seconds later it'll take you forward in time five seconds and about a kilometer in space, to The Guide's office. He'll be at his desk now. You'll have forty-five seconds to do the job, from the time the field collapses around you till it rebuilds. Then you'll be taken back to your own time again. The whole thing's automatic." "Can do," Benson agreed. "How do I kill him?" "I'm getting sick!" Paula murmured weakly. Her face was whiter than her gown. "Take care of her, Samuel. Both of you'd better get out of here," Gregory said. "The Lord of Hosts is my strength, He will.... Uggggh!" Samuel gasped. "Conditioning's getting him, too; we gotta be quick," Carl said. "Here. This is what you'll use." He handed Benson a two-inch globe of black plastic. "Take the damn thing, quick! Little button on the side; press it, and get it out of your hand fast...." He retched. "Limited-effect bomb; everything within two-meter circle burned to nothing; outside that, great but not unendurable heat. Shut your eyes when you throw it. Flash almost blinding." He dropped his cigar and turned almost green in the face. Walter had a drink poured and handed it to him. "Uggh! Thanks, Walter." He downed it. "Peculiar sort of thing for a non-violent people to manufacture," Benson said, looking at the bomb and then putting it in his jacket pocket. "It isn't a weapon. Industrial; we use it in mining. I used plenty of them, in Walter's iron mines." He nodded again. "Where do I stand, now?" he asked. "Right over here." Gregory placed him in front of a small panel with three buttons. "Press the middle one, and step back into the small red circle and stand perfectly still while the field builds up and collapses. Face that way." * * * * * Benson drew his pistol and checked it; magazine full, a round in the chamber, safety on. "Put that horrid thing out of sight!" Anthony gasped. "The ... the other thing ... is what you want to use." "The bomb won't be any good if some of his guards come in before the field re-builds," Benson said. "He has no guards. He lives absolutely alone. We told you...." "I know you did. You probably believed it, too. I don't. And by the way, you're sending me forward. What do you do about the fact that a time-jump seems to make me pass out?" "Here. Before you press the button, swallow it." Gregory gave him a small blue pill. "Well, I guess that's all there is," Gregory continued. "I hope...." His face twitched, and he dropped to the floor with a thud. Carl and Walter came forward, dragged him away from the machine.