I had slept later than usual that morning and, in a half doze, I
heard a voice calling me, strangely like Kennedy's and yet unlike
it.
I leaped out of bed, still in my pajamas, and stood for a moment
staring about. Then I ran into the living room. I looked about,
rubbing my eyes, startled. No one was there.
"Hey--Jameson--wake up!"
It was spooky.
I ran back into Craig's room. He was gone. There was no one in any
of our rooms. The surprise had now thoroughly awakened me.
"Where--the deuce--are you?" I demanded.
Suddenly I heard the voice again--no doubt about it, either.
"Here I am--over on the couch!"
I scratched my head, puzzled. There was certainly no one on that
couch.
A laugh greeted me. Plainly, though, it came from the couch. I
went over to it and, ridiculous as it seemed, began to throw aside
the pillows.
There lay nothing but a little oblong oaken box, perhaps eight or
ten inches long and three or four inches square at the ends. In
the face were two peculiar square holes and from the top projected
a black disc, about the size of a watch, fastened on a swinging
metal arm. In the face of the disc were several perforated holes.
I picked up the strange looking thing in wonder and from that
magic oak box actually came a burst of laughter.
"Come over to the laboratory, right away," pealed forth a merry
voice.
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