[The Concierge, revealed as Durand Durand himself, rants about his new purpose.]

I speak of the dignity... the nobility of pure evil!
. . .

What have you done with the positronic ray?

Oh, so that's it.

What does it do?

All persons and objects in its path are de-minimalized to the fourth level.

You mean—

That's right. Replaced in the fourth dimension, irretrievably.
. . .

[Dr. Durand explains his reluctance to attack the Black Queen.]

Whoever succeeds in killing her will be put immediately to a horrible death. Hence my prudence.

[His manic expression turns to one of dismay.]

I find horrible the idea that one could do to me, that which I do to others.