He realized that it had not been
constructed to accommodate a body shaped precisely like his own.
A body like his own.... That jelly bath or bed or whatever it was....
The clothing which adapted so skillfully to his measurements....
Ross leaned forward to study the devices on the control board,
confirming his suspicions. He had made the final jump of them all! He
was now in some building of that alien race upon whose existence
Millaird and Kelgarries had staked the entire project. This was the
source, or one of the sources, from which the Reds were getting the
knowledge which fitted no modern pattern.
A world encased in ice and a building with strange machinery. This
thing--a cylinder with a pilot's seat and a set of controls. Was it an
alien place? But the jelly bath--and the rest of it.... Had his presence
activated that cupboard to supply him with clothing? And what had become
of the tunic he was wearing when he entered?
Ross got up to search the chamber. The bed-bath was folded against the
wall, but there was no sign of his Beaker clothing, his belt, the hide
boots.
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