Sorry, professor. We worked late last night on the calculations of cosmic rays.



(Annoyed) We only went out for a bite to eat and sat in the park for a little while.



(Angrily) Professor! The people who live there are hard-working human beings . . . not animals or pigeons like those you have been killing with the solar gun!



(Flares) There’s a lot more to life than science, Professor Orloff. . . . You’ve been so wrapped up in your experiments that you seem to have forgotten that!

(Filter) Yes, but it isn’t really an institute – just his private laboratory on top of his home at number Twenty River Street. (Hurriedly) It’s right across from here. I live in the new Riverview Housing Development. I can even see him right now, working on the solar gun!



(Filter) Yes. It’s an experimental model. (Fast and nervously) I’ve been assisting him. This morning we quarreled over a personal matter. He fired me . . . demanded that I bring him all the notes I have made on the experiments.



(Filter) Just a minute. I can see better if I step out on my balcony. . . . I have a long extension cord on my phone. Here we are. . . . It’s about two hundred yards across to Orloff’s lab, but . . . (Gasps) Cranston! . . .