Just then Ed said, “Ah, here it is. Why did I tuck it in a hip pocket? I never carry it in a hip pocket.” Jeffy went to him and clutched his arm. “For God’s sake, Ed, let’s go! They think I’m Dillinger.” “Get my shotgun.” Jeffy snatched it from the bed. The physicist pressed a forefinger to the home circle on the key. Instead of subjecting them to a four-second wait, the device brightened at once. And there was no period of gray light. The three buttons appeared immediately: blue, red, green; Home, Select, Return. Jeffy said, “Why doesn’t mine work this well?” “Because it was designed by the
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Ed found his key at last and it works somewhat better than Jeffy's version???
