They came out and continued even farther. In the next room the glow was dimmer, and there was dust on the walls. Iimmi ran his finger over it and looked at the gray crescent left on the bleached flesh. Two huge screens leaned out from the face of a metal machine. A few dials and a glass meter hung beneath each two yard rounded-rectangle of opaque glass. In front of each was a stand which held something like a set of binoculars and what looked like a pair of ear muffs. "I bet this place hasn't been used since before these girls went blind," said Geo. "It looks it," Iimmi said. He stepped up to one of the screens, the one with the fewer dials on it, and turned a switch. "What did you do that for?" Geo asked. "Why not?" said Iimmi. Suddenly a flickering of colored lights ran over the screen, swellings of blue, green, shiny scarlets. They blinked. "That's the first color I've seen since I've been here," Iimmi said. The colors grayed, dimmed, congealed into forms, and in a moment they were looking at a bare white room in which stood two barefoot young men. One was a dark Negro with pale hands. The other had an unruly shock of black hair and only one arm. "Hey," gestured Iimmi, and the figure on the screen gestured too. "That's us." He walked forward and the corresponding figure advanced on the screen. He flicked a dial and the figures exploded into colors and then focused again. "What's that?" asked Iimmi. In a room stood three of the blind women. On one wall was a smaller screen similar to the one in their own room. The women, of course, were oblivious to the picture on it, but it was the picture on the screen that had stopped Geo. It was a face. A man's face. One of the women had on an ear muff apparatus and was talking into a small metal rod which she carried with her as she paced. "But the picture! Don't you recognize him?" demanded Geo. "It's Jordde!" exclaimed Iimmi. "They must have gotten in contact with our ship and are arranging to send us back." "I wish I could hear what they're saying," said Geo. Iimmi looked around and then picked up the metal ear muffs from the stand in front of the screen. "That's what she seems to be listening through," said Iimmi, referring to the Priestess in the picture. "Try them. Go on." He helped Geo fit them over his ears. "Hear anything?" Geo listened. "Yes, of course," the Priestess was saying. "She is set upon staying in the harbor for three more days, to wait out the week," reported Jordde. "I am sure she will not remain any longer. She is still bewildered by me, and the men have become uneasy and may well mutiny if she stays longer." "We will dispose of the prisoners this evening. There is no chance of their returning," stated the Priestess. "Detain them for three days, and I do not care what you do with them," said Jordde. "She does not have the jewels, she does not know my--our power; she will be sure to leave at the end of the week."