...
The next picture flashed onto the screen. It was a closeup of the
designs over the entrance, shot in sharp relief so that they stood out
starkly. The room was so quiet that Rynason could hear the hum behind
the screen in the wall.
"That's Outsiders stuff too," said Breune. "It's not quite the same,
though ... distorted."
"It's carved in stone, not stamped in metal," Manning said. "It's the
same thing, all right. Anybody disagree?"
No one did.
"All right, then; let's have the lights back up again."
The lights came on and once more there was a murmur of talking around
the room. Rynason shifted his position on the seat and tried to catch
the thought that had slipped through his mind just before the screen had
faded. There was another similarity.... Well, he'd seen a lot of the
Outsider buildings in the past few years; it wasn't necessary to trace
all the evidences right now.
"What I want to know is, why didn't any of the rest of you see this?"
said Manning angrily. "Have you all got plastic for brains? Over a dozen
men spend weeks researching these damn horsefaces, and only one of you
has the sense to see the evidence of his own eyes!"
"Maybe we should turn in our spades," said Stoworth.
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