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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Your aunt is far from punctual. You are sure she means to call?" "Sure," answered Tilda still hardily. "'Twelve-thirty' was her last words when she left me at the doctor's my 'ip bein' 'urt, sir, through tumblin' out of a nomnibus, three weeks ago. But you never can depend on 'er to a few minutes up 'an down. She gets into the streets, watchin' the fashions, an' that carries 'er away.
I hear, as a matter of fact that you're worth even less in a business way. They're talking quite a lot down this way about an alleged bank you're setting up on Luna. I hear it's got more protective devices, and armor than any IP station in the System, that you even had it designed by an IP designer, and have a gang of Colonels and Generals in charge.
Ay, mun; A'm frae Ecclefechan, an' ma feyther afore me. Syne, A hae been a' ip an' doon Ayrsheer, frae yin fair till anither wi' nowte. Brawly dae A ken Mossgeil, an' Mauchline, an' Loughlea, an' the auld Brig o' Doon, firbye a wheen ither spotes ye 'se aiblins hear tell o'." "Ye'll hae seen Alloway Kirk?" I conjectured. "Seen't! ay," he replied magnificently. "A thocht naethin' o"t!" "Ye what?"
The public will pay for that." "I see. And we aren't to stick the price too high, and just make money?" "That's the general idea." "The IP Appropriations Board won't give you what you need, Commander, for real improvements on the IP ships?" "They won't believe Kendall. Therefore they won't." "What did you mean about gamma rays, Buck?"
"And you actually got Interplanetary Life to give you a mortgage on the structure?" "Why not? It'll cut cost fifty-eight millions, with its twelve-foot tungsten-beryllium walls and the heavy defense weapons against those terrible pirates. You know we must defend our property." "With the thing you're setting up out there on Luna, you could more readily wipe out the IP than anything else I know of.
He dragged his poor bruised soul to bed and would have pitied it all over again, but the food and warm sherry and water drugged him to instant sleep. Rhoda's voice wakened him, asking whether he would have ''ip, foot, or sitz, which he understood were the baths of the establishment. 'Suppose you try all three, she suggested. 'They're all yours, you know, sir.
Captain Jim Warren was in command, one of the old school commanders of the IP. He listened to Kendall's report, listened to Cole's tale and radioed back a report of his own. Space pirates in a large ship had attacked the T-247, he said, and carried it away. He advised a close watch.
The big help is, that the tungsten-beryllium will throw off the energy pretty fast, and in a big ship, with a whale of a lot of matter to heat, the Strangers will simply give up the idea." "Yes, but only two ships in the system compare with them in size." "Sorry but I didn't build the IP fleet, and there are lots of tungsten and beryllium on Earth. Enough anyway."
It was always M'Adam and his Red Wull have done this and that and the other. I declare I got quite tired of you both, I heard such a lot about you." The little man, cap in hand, smiled, blushed and looked genuinely pleased. "And when it wasn't you it was Mr. Moore and Owd Bob." "Owd Bob, bless him!" called a stentorian voice. "There cheers for oor Bob!" "'Ip! 'ip! 'ooray!"
It just sounded right. Something ought to happen and it just keeps saying 'nothing more except the natural uncertainty of nature." "Try it out, your math might be wrong somewhere." Kendall laughed. "If it was I'd hate to try it out. If it wasn't I'd have no reason to. And there's plenty of other work to do. For one thing, getting that apparatus in production. The IP board won't like me."
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