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However, we wanted you all to know about Cetus just to spike any wild rumors that might get started. The delay is not due to anything but a factory failure to deliver." Dr. Gordon yielded his improvised speaker's stand to Dr. Howard Bernais, the project technical director. Dr. Bernais was administrative and technical head of the entire project.
Rick rushed to the phone and called the project technical director. Dr. Bernais promised to come over at once. He wasted no time, arriving almost before Rick had a chance to report back to Dick Earle. With him was John Gordon. Jerry Lipton greeted them. "I'm sorry, gentlemen. The other pilot cracked up in his car last night on Route 66 just west of Barstow.
His voice filled the great shed, not that he spoke loudly, but because he had that indefinable something known as "command presence." Rick was impressed. "We sometimes forget, we technical people, that we live in a democracy," Dr. Bernais began. "We're so used to taking orders that when someone offers us a free choice we're rather surprised.
See if I have well traced the genealogy of the misers?" "D'Artagnan, my friend," cried Athos, "you are very rude towards that eagle race called the Bourbons." "Eh! and I have forgotten the best instance of all the other grandson of the Bernais, Louis XIV., my ex-master. Well, I hope he is miserly enough, he who would not lend a million to his brother Charles! Good!
Can you be ready?" Jannsson turned to his crew for confirmation, then nodded. "We will be ready whenever you say, Dr. Bernais." Robert Bialkin, head of the air-frame section, spoke up. "We're just about done anyway, Doctor. We have a few minor modifications of the airfoils, then we're finished." "Good. Where is Cliff Damon?... What shape are you in?"
Not until the drone circuit was thrown into operation in another thirty seconds would Gee-Gee and Dick realize that it wasn't functioning. A yell would stop Dr. Bernais, and the gantry would be wheeled back into place. Gee-Gee and Dick would probably come personally to check the circuit and find out why the board had shown red instead of switching to green. Rick chuckled.
He's not in bad shape, but he won't be flying for a week or two. We can get another pilot, but it will take a day." "We can't spare a day," Bernais said forcefully. "Surely there must be something we can do!" John Gordon rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You've controlled drones many times, Colonel. Is there anything unusual about this job?"
One seigneur of Beaubocage had fought under Bayard himself; another had fallen at Pavia, on that great day when all was lost hormis l'honneur; another had followed the white plume of the Bernais; another but was there any need to tell of the glories of that house upon which Gustave was so eager to inflict the disgrace of a learned profession?
Bernais peered at the marmoset, then nodded gravely. "Just one suggestion. He will undoubtedly be man- or monk-of-the-week on the cover of a news magazine. Perhaps you should give him a crew haircut, so he'll look more like one of the staff." He held up his hand and the chuckles subsided. "Then you can be ready, Cliff?... Good. Dick Earle! It's now up to you. How say you?" Dick hesitated.
There's absolutely nothing suspicious at the project, and, believe me, I'm watching closely." Morning brought trouble, but not of the suspicious kind. Lieutenant Colonel Jerry Lipton walked into the project shed with a note in his hand. "Test is off," the pilot said. "For today at least." Dick Earle motioned to Rick. "Get Dr. Bernais."
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