"The basis of the idea," said Pennik, "is roughly that thought has a physical force like sound. Notes in sound can shatter glass or even kill a man. The same applies to thought."... Sam Constable entered the conservatory. "You have probably heard what happened - accident to the car, servants in the hospital. You will be lucky to get anything to eat at all tonight." "I will get you a meal if you like," offered Pennik. Sam Constable looked at him. "You are a cook, in addition to your other accomplishments?... I must thank you, my friend, for your offer. Shall we say, then, that you can have it ready as soon past eight o'clock as possible?" "If you like," said Pennik. "But I do not think, Mr. Constable, that you will get any dinner." "Not get my dinner? Why the devil shouldn't I get my dinner?" "I do not think you will be alive at eight o'clock."