“Not what you seem to think, Dr. Goodwin,” he answered at last, gravely. “Let me sleep over it. One thing of course is certain⁠—you and your friend Throckmartin and this man here saw⁠—something. But⁠—” he was silent again and then continued with a kindness that I found vaguely irritating⁠—“but I’ve noticed that when a scientist gets superstitious it⁠—er⁠—takes very hard!

“Here’s a few things I can tell you now though,” he went on while I struggled to speak⁠—“I pray in my heart that we’ll meet neither the Dolphin nor anything with wireless on board going up. Because, Dr. Goodwin, I’d dearly love to take a crack at your Dweller.