Chapter 4

“Let’s see what kind of tracks I left, Mart,” and the two men bent over the depression. They saw with astonishment that the cut surface was perfectly smooth, with not even the slightest roughness or irregularity visible. Even the smallest grains of sand had been sheared in two along a mathematically exact hemispherical surface by the inconceivable force of the disintegrating copper bar. “Well, that sure wins the . . .” An alarm bell sounded. Without a glance around, Seaton seized Dorothy and leaped into the testing…