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Bell looked at him in surprise and shone his helmet lamp directly into his face. "What do you mean,also ?
I didnтАЩt tell youтАж Oh yes! All you telepaths can go to hell!"

Then he looked again at his wrist. "IтАЩve observed for some time," he explained "that the temperature in
here is unusually low and unusually constant, too. Since for the last half-hour, IтАЩve registered slightly more
than 57┬░F, turned the thermometer to its most sensitive range. The temperature has been stable within
less than four-hundredths. I consider this very remarkable."

Marshall easily guessed the full extent of his excited thoughts. "And if you also consider," he added to
BellтАЩs explanation, "that the shaft appears to have been built artificially, it leaves no other conclusionтАФbut
that it serves as a storage area for something which is best kept at 57.7┬░F for the purpose of preservation
or some other reason.

Bell looked at him with an impenetrable expression as he spoke. Finally he corrected him: "57.3, not
57.7. Reading figures isnтАЩt your strongest point!"

Marshall grinned. "But thisis your theory, isnтАЩt it?"

"Exactly. IтАЩm convinced that something is hidden behind these walls. The tunnel has been constructed by
intelligent beings and serves a certain purpose. It apparently connects the subterranean storage rooms
with the outside world. The tunnel itself canтАЩt be the storage room or weтАЩd have found something. It
probably houses some important objects. ThatтАЩs why the entrances to the repositories have been
concealed. WeтАЩve encountered a number of races in the Galaxy who have shown a preference for
seamless invisible doors."

He moved over to the left side and crawled a few feet along the wall of the tunnel. When this didnтАЩt bring
any results he rose up with a sigh and returned in as erect a posture as the low ceiling permitted. Then he
tapped against the wall with the gloves of his spacesuit.

The wall was a wall. There was no sign of a secret access to the presumed depots.

Bell went down on his knees again and pondered. "Maybe," he murmured, "we havenтАЩt reached our goal
yet. This tunnel is only effective as a temperature filter if itтАЩs long enough to level out all temperature
fluctuations." He looked at Marshall. "WeтАЩll go on and watch the thermometer. If the temperature
changes weтАЩll have overshot our goal."



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3 hours later the temperature still remained at 57.3┬░F.

The telepathic probing noise of the weird adversary had faded away. Now they could have returned to
the entrance of the tunnel and climbed back to the surface without danger.
However nobody considered it any longer because meanwhile they were overcome by a search fever.

At first only Marshall and Betty Toufry noticed that the hitherto monotonous situation underwent a