On the blank silence that followed my last words, there in the big, dignified room with its Circassian walnut and sound-softening rugs, Dykeman, the oldest director, squalled out as though he had been bitten, "All there is to tell! But it can't be! It isn't possib--" His voice cracked, split on the word, and the rest came in an agonized squeak, "A man can't just vanish into thin air!"…
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