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Fred M. White. The Phantom Car
The Phantom Car
Table of Contents
I. — MORNING
II. — NOON
III. — A SCIENTIST AT HOME
IV. — NIGHT
V. — AN ADMIRALTY ANNOUNCEMENT
VI. — FRIENDS IN COUNCIL
VII. — EBBSMITH POINTS THE WAY
VIII. — THE BROKEN VALVE
IX. — IN MARCHWICK
X. — JOE BIDDLE
XI. — THE UNWELCOME STRANGER
XII. — THE HELPING HAND
XIII. — THE HORN AGAIN
XIV. — AT MONKSHOLE
XV. — DOWN THE SHAFT
XVI. — ANOTHER VIGIL
XVII. — THE SIX O'CLOCK EDITION
XVIII. — A SHOT IN THE DARK
XIX. — INQUEST
XX. — IN LONDON
XXI. — THE AMATEUR AT WORK
XXII. — THE INDIA-RUBBER MAN
XXIII. — THE PLASTER CASTS
XXIV. — NO. 6, CANNON PLACE, BLOOMSBURY
XXV. — ENTER THE APE
XXVI. — VINCENT GETS BUSY
XXVII. — IN THE TOILS
XXVIII. — AN EVENING'S ENTERTAINMENT
XXIX. — A FEW STRAY HAIRS
XXX. — THE CRACK OF DOOM
XXXI. — THE LIBRARY AGAIN
XXXII. — A MEETING
XXXIII. — CALLERS FOR EBBSMITH
XXXIV. — AN UNEXPECTED GUEST
XXXV. — UNMASKED
XXXVI. — THE LIGHT OF DAY
THE END
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Fred M. White
Published by Good Press, 2021
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"Nothing of the sort, James. What I speak of has been done. It is done every day. If I wanted to televise you, I should place you in front of a simple apparatus and reproduce your features, yes, even your cigarette and the smoke from it, on a screen a thousand miles away. And you would sit in the operating room under the impression that you were in pitch darkness, but you wouldn't be. You would be in the centre of an illumination from which everything but the infra-red rays of light would be abstracted. I don't want to go into technical details, but in my workshop overhead I have satisfied myself that the thing can be done. Indeed, the Scotch inventor, Baird, has already told the world as much. Now, listen. If I can make you believe that you are sitting in a ring of electric light when, so far as your eyes are concerned, you are in absolute darkness, then I can invert the process. My experiments with those rays tell me that I can so manipulate light within a radius of a few feet from my own person that you, or anybody else, could stand, say two yards away, and never know that I was present. That is what I am going to do."
Wilde had sunk his voice almost to a whisper. Ebbsmith regarded him with open mouth and staring eyes.
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