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The office was as dark as the rest of the place, and Indy kept the pipe clenched in his right fist while he did a careful sweep with the light. He couldn't see anything moving here either, and there weren't a lot of places to hide. Probably safe.
Simple furniture--a small sitting area at the near end and the doctor's desk in back, with...what the hell was that thing on top of the desk? Indy groped for an explanation and came up short; the closest he got was some kind of miniature movie screen. Whatever it was, it looked important, but he wondered if instinct wasn't playing him false on that one. Why leave this kind of technology so carelessly guarded if it was useful?
"Recognize that device?" he asked Pierson. The cigarettes could wait.