“None of your goddamn business.”  He snapped, then pointed to the device she was holding.  “That’s the ‘teleforce weapon’, some death-ray thing that crazy bastard was cooking up.  It sends concentrated beams of particles out at thirty-four times the speed of sound.  You can incinerate an army from two hundred miles away with that sucker.  Works on planes, submarines and neighbor’s cats too.”  He drank another gulp from his flask.  “Fifty cents.”