Martin stared around the room. "So this is the trick!" He spat out the words. "They distract your attention, then they jump into this hole. It's just a matter of moving very rapidly. Probably they spend years learning it and think they have something very important when they master it." Bitter disappointment sounded in Martin's voice. He seemed to have forgotten the death they had so narrowly missed outside. He lifted the recorder as if he intended to smash it on the floor. Unger caught it, took it from the human. "I thought you wanted to see what went on inside the Room of the Dreaming." "I did, but I didn't think it was fraud. I sensed that something important was here." Martin's voice was the voice of a man who has lost a dream. "Why don't you look at the recording?" "To hell with the recording. It will only show more fraud." "But--" "I say to hell with it too!" Caldwell interrupted. "Our necks come first. Let's get out of here. Johnny--" "Just a moment," Johnson said. Sweat was now visible on Unger's face, glistening in heavy yellow drops. "Why don't you see the recording?" Unger urged. From the angle in which his head was held, Johnson had the impression the Dreamer was listening. The human listened too. He could hear no sound unless it was a thin mumble of voices beyond the barred door. "The recorder is also a projector on the sound and visual tracks, is it not?" Unger asked. "Yes," Martin's voice was sullen. "Then shall we take a few minutes and see what the recorder caught in the Room of the Dreaming?" Without waiting for an answer he snapped the switches that rewound the wires and began to set up the recorder to function as a projector. "We will project the visual part against the wall there and listen to the sound. The other radiations you have caught will need extensive laboratory equipment to interpret." "You seem to know a lot about this!" Martin challenged. "Do I? Ah...." Watching him handle the recorder Johnson had the impression that the Venusian had never seen one of these instruments but was swiftly grasping the meaning of the various dials and switches as he came to them. If this was true, it was a marvelous mental feat. Wonder rose in Johnson. But his eyes never left Unger and his hand did not relax its grip on Taldero's knife. "Watch," Unger said. * * * * * A jet of light from the self-contained unit sprang out through the lens, flashing against the wall. Unger gestured toward it. "Watch," he repeated. "I'm watching you," Johnson said. "Suspicious?" "Don't I have a right to be?" The question went unanswered. Music from the sound track throbbed in the small room. The scene on the wall revealed Unger stretched flat on the mat. "Damned fraud!" Martin muttered. Vee Vee moved close to Johnson. Her whisper was very soft. "I wonder if we will see the dreams again?" "I do not know. I am watching the Dreamer."