The Shadow Page #3

Temujin.

This is the silver coffin of Temujin.

Who's Temujin?

The man who very nearly conquered

the globe eight centuries ago.

How come I never heard of him?

Temujin was the birth name...

of Genghis Khan.

What was the shipper's address?

It didn't say.

Label just had the country of origin.

Let me make a telephone call.

Let me help you.

Nelson, whatever you do...

don't open it.

No, sir.

- We're closed.

- Join me...

or die.

Excuse me?

Join me or die.

This is private property.

- Your mind is weak.

- Don't come any closer.

Fall to your knees.

Put your gun to your temple.

Sacrifice yourself...

to me.

Yes, my Khan.

Oh, my God!

I can't believe it.

We were only gone for a moment.

You didn't hear me, did you?

I'm through with the beryllium sphere.

I'm just doing some underwater tests

to check pressure.

Farley, I have told you a dozen times,

we are doing energy research.

I'm not interested in any military

application of the project.

Why'd you let the War Department

pay all the bills?

'Cause you talked me into it.

I just wanted enough money to finish.

Dr. Lane, you don't think big.

If you'd only listen to me,

the world could be our oyster.

Oysters? I get a rash from oysters.

Oh! Margo.

What a beautiful dress.

And such a clever neckline.

Excuse me, Mr. Claymore,

I'd like to see my father.

So...

when are you gonna come down

and see my beryllium sphere?

I'm not interested in your spheres.

Margo.

You don't return my calls anymore.

That's not true.

- I never did return your calls.

- I know.

I can't imagine why.

It's because I don't like you.

What a fascinating woman!

Dad, I don't know how you can

work with that man.

Margo!

What a nice surprise.

- Hi.

- Have you had your dinner?

Yes, Dad. It's 2:00 a.m.

Where did you get this shirt?

You said I look good in green.

No, this is green. That's red.

Red, green.

To me, it's just a clean shirt.

Dad?

Do you believe in telepathy?

I mean, do you believe that

it can exist between certain people?

You mean mind reading?

Of course I don't. I'm a scientist.

So strange.

I've always had this feeling

that there was this...

indescribable connection out there...

just waiting for me.

And suddenly tonight, there it was.

That's nice.

What was it?

It was a man.

And I'm probably

never gonna see him again.

But why not?

I just know.

It was as though I could sense

what he was feeling.

And now I'm completely

and utterly depressed.

That's nice.

Okay, that'll be $4.45.

- What are you doing?

- Writing down the drop-off point.

You are making a record

of my destination?

Taxi commission's rules.

All right, Reilly, back her up.

That's it.

You need fuel.

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