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The sheep bleated on a rising note ending in so awful a gurgle that Howard pressed his hands to his ears before he remembered that moving might affect Wally’s calculations. The ewe’s hooves rattled on the concrete; the curtain billowed as the animal thrashed.
    Howard would’ve covered his ears even if he had thought about Wally. The sound was horrible .
    Wally typed, his eyes on the computer display. He’d sucked his lower lip between his teeth to chew as he concentrated. The transformers hummed louder but didn’t change tone.
    Howard felt the indescribable pull again. In the other world the violet haze formed again, this time in the shape of a human being.
    A blue flash and a BANG! like a cannon shot engulfed the lab, stunning Howard into a wordless shout. He clapped his hands, a reflex to prove that he was still alive.
    The air stank of burning tar. Dirty red flames licked from one of the transformers on the outside wall. Howard drew in a deep breath of relief. He immediately regretted it when acrid smoke brought on a fit of coughing.
    Strange snatched open the curtains, his face a mask of cold fury. The ewe lay over the drain, her legs splayed like those of a squashed insect. Her eyes still had a puzzled look, but they were already beginning to glaze.
    Wally changed values at his keyboard with a resigned expression. Howard looked for a fire extinguisher. He didn’t see one, but he walked past Wally and turned the main lights back on. The transformer was smoldering itself out, though an occasional sizzle made Howard thankful that the floor was covered with non-conductive wool.
    “What went wrong?” Strange said. “I know that the transformer failed; why did it fail?”
    “The load was too great,” Wally said simply. “We very nearly succeeded. If we replace the transformer—”
    “We’ll double the capacity,” Strange said. “We’ll make another attempt tonight, at midnight this time. I never thought you were careful enough with your timing, Master Popple.”
    “Sir, I don’t think it would be safe to increase output beyond—” Wally said.
    “We’ll double it!” Strange said, his tone a rasp like steel grating on rib bones. “If we don’t need the extra wattage, then we won’t use it, but we’ll use as much as it requires!”
    He looked disgustedly at the dagger in his hand, then wiped the blade on the curtain and sheathed the weapon. He strode past Howard and Wally to the hall door; Howard watched him with a fixed smile, uncomfortably aware that instinct tensed him to run in case Strange leaped for his throat.
    The Thief of Baghdad might’ve had a better idea. On the other hand, Howard didn’t remember the Thief of Baghdad facing anything quite like Robert Strange.
    Strange thumped the hall door closed; it was too heavy to bang. At the sound, Genie’s door opened a little wider and the slim girl returned. She grimaced when she saw the ewe. It’d voided its bowels when it died, so that odor mingled with the fresh blood and burned insulation.
    “Are you all right, Wally?” she asked. “And you, Howard. I’m not used to there being anybody but Wally here.”
    “I’m sorry you had to see that, Iphigenia,” Wally said with a perturbed glance toward the ewe. “You really shouldn’t have come in until the crew has cleaned things up.”
    “Wally, I’ve lived with Robert for fifteen years,” Genie said bluntly. “ There’ve been worse things than the occasional dead animal. I was worried about you and Howard.”
    “It just tickled a little,” Howard said. If he let himself think about events in the right way, he was pretty sure he could make the last ten minutes or so sound more heroic than they’d seemed while they were happening.
    “There wasn’t any risk, Iphigenia,” Wally said. At first he didn’t look directly at her, but then he raised his eyes with an effort of will. “Ah—I really appreciate your concern, but right now I have something important to discuss with