The latter was frowning at him rather dubiously. With sudden decision he turned to his desk, and pulled down a small lever. Then again he looked intently at Arcot. "Come with me--the strain of this conversation is too great--I see you do not have thought transference on your world." "Come along, Morey--we're going somewhere. He says this thought transference is too much for us. I wonder what he is going to do?" Out into the maze of halls they went again, now led by the kindly seven-foot Venerian. After walking through a long series of halls, they reached a large auditorium, where already there had gathered in the semi-circle of seats a hundred or so of the tall, blue-tinged Venerians. Before them, on a low platform, were two large, deeply-cushioned chairs. To these chairs the two Terrestrians were led. "We will try to teach you our language telepathically. We can give you the ideas--you must learn the pronunciation, but this will be very much quicker. Seat yourselves in these chairs and relax." The chairs had been designed for the seven-footers. These men were six feet and six feet six, respectively, yet it seemed to them, as they sank into the cushions, that never had they felt such comfortable chairs. They were designed to put every muscle and every nerve at rest. Luxuriously, almost in spite of themselves, they relaxed. Dimly Arcot felt a wave of sleepiness sweep over him; he yawned prodigiously. There was no conscious awareness of his sinking into a deep slumber. It seemed that suddenly visions began to fill his mind--visions that developed with a returning consciousness--up from the dark, into a dream world. He saw a mighty fleet whose individual planes were a mile long, with three-quarters of a mile wingspread--titanic monoplanes, whose droning thunder seemed to roar through all space. Then suddenly they were above him, and from each there spurted a great stream of dazzling brilliance, an intense glow that reached down, and touched the city. An awful concussion blasted his ears. All the world about him erupted in unimaginable brilliance; then darkness fell. Another vision filled his mind--a vision of the same fleet hanging over a giant crater of molten rock, a crater that gaped angrily in a plain beside low green hills--a crater that had been a city. The giants of the air circled, turned, and sped over the horizon. Again he was with them--and again he saw a great city fuse in a blazing flash of blinding light--again and yet again--until around all that world he saw smoking ruins of great cities, now blasted crimson craters in a world of fearful desolation.