"Look here," said the Medical Man, "are you in earnest about this? Do you seriously believe that that machine has traveled into Time?"
"Certainly," said the Time Traveler, stooping to light a spill at the fire. Then he turned, lighting his pipe, to look at the Psychologist's face. (The Psychologist, to show that he was not unhinged, helped himself to a cigar and tried to light it uncut.) "What is more, I have a big machine nearly finished in there,"—he indicated the laboratory,—"and when that is put together I mean to have a journey on my own account."
"You mean to say that that machine has traveled into the future?" said Filby.
"Into the future or the past—I don't, for certain, know which."
After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration.
"It must have gone into the past if it has gone anywhere," he said.
"Why?" said the Time Traveler.
