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Updated: May 5, 2025
"Lobel," said Quinlan, "he's right! We wouldn't dare do it!" "Quinlan," admitted Lobel, "it's right I wouldn't dare do it." In that same instant of his confession, though, Mr. Lobel bounded out of his chair, magically changing from a dumpy static figure of woe into the dynamo of energy and resourcefulness the glassed-in studios and the out-of-door locations knew. "I got it!" he whooped.
There came an intermission in the dancing at last, and we five found ourselves in the glassed-in sun parlor opening from the ballroom while somebody was going for ices for us. As it happened we were the only ones in that little room, for the bigger conservatory next to it was a more popular resting-place.
We went to the side door, there were houses in Friendship whose front doors we tacitly understood that we were never expected to use, and we found the sisters down cellar, with shawls over their heads, feeding their hens through the cellar window, opening on the glassed-in coop under the porch.
Like that incident in his basement Philon had curiously pulled open a heavy steel door to a small cubicle filled with a most complex arrangement of large coils and heavy insulators and glassed-in filaments. MacDonald was almost rude in closing the door when he found Philon opening it.
At the curb a low-bodied, high-power car, with the top flung back and the wind-shield up, lay sidled against the coping. "Get right in, Mrs. Fischlowitz. Burk, put under Mrs. Fischlowitz's both feet a heater." A second man, in too-accentuated livery of mauve and astrakhan, flung open the wide door. A glassed-in chauffeur, in more mauve and astrakhan, threw in his clutch. The door slammed. Mrs.
Yens, the mate, sitting at the controls in the glassed-in cabin forward, turned his head at the captain's cry, and, looking down the short corridor into the main cabin, saw the blood-covered giant coming toward him. Mr. Yens was a brave man; but he had been careless. His neuro-pistol was in his own cabin. He did the best he knew, and snapped the lock.
Dragging our hose to the big front entrance of the palace, and warning the crowded people to keep their feet clear of it, we prepared to test out the efficiency of this, our last resource against the enemy. For an instant we paused just inside the doorway, looking out at the ugly, glassed-in Things that were massing to attack us again.
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