... toward the worse. Operating on the theory that the old Nich-olas Martin had come into it, the theater, which had breathed an expens-ive air of luxurious confidence, chilled toward him. The nap ... nothing.Watt and the waiter regarded the tray.Then their eyes met. There was a brief silence."Here," Martin said, replacing the glass. "Much too weak. Get me an-other, please. ... the twelve-hour treatment lasted… . The screen flickered hesitantly, then went blank."Turn the lights on," Martin ordered the unseen presence beyond the mike. Softly and suddenly the...