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Updated: June 1, 2025
Ishie was there, and so instead I went about my own business until I could figure things out. "Now I couldn't figure things out. But I could figure there's a monkey wrench somewhere and since the two of you have been sticking together like Siamese twins, I know it will be perfectly all right to ask you in front of Ishie. "Now," she finished, "do I get my girlish curiosity satisfied?
Churkling to itself, the device continued applying its alternate fields and warps and strains. "It's a Confusor out of Confusion by Ishie, who is probably as great a creator of Confusion as you could ask," Mike told himself, forgetting his own part in the matter, watching intently, waiting for the concept to come clear in his mind.
"But " Mike and Ishie simultaneously choked over their food, looked at each other, and then Mike blurted out, "but how could she know?" "Don't worry," said Millie. "I'm probably the only one. It takes a person with little conscience and much imagination takes a thief to catch a thief, I mean yes, I think I mean that quite literally.
They had, to all intents and purposes, carte blanche to work out the construction of the device they would need for an enlarged Confusor with a real thrust, even though they would have to appear to co-operate with a multitude of other interested parties. Mike and Ishie were both becoming adept students of the mythical Dr.
Consulted, the Sacred Cow computed a potential maximum stress-safety at the hub of something over two-tenths of a gee, and the two finally settled on one-tenth as well within the limits. "Now the other limit," said Ishie. "This little piece of plastic will only stand a pressure approaching the point at which it begins to distort and run out of the field.
While he talked, Ishie had been busy inserting the carefully machined piece of quartz plate that Chernov had brought, into a conglomeration of glassware that looked like a refugee from the chem lab, and flipped a switch that caused a glowing coil inside a pyrex boiler to heat a small quantity of water, which must escape through the carefully machined capillary holes in the plate he had just installed.
The captain frowned, but pushed the engineering room intercom. "Is Dr. Chi with you, Mr. Blackhawk?" he asked, and when Mike's voice answered, "Yes, sir," he said, "Will you both report to the bridge at once, please?" When the two arrived, only a little tardily, on the bridge, the captain addressed Ishie. "You heard of the disaster last night?" The physicist nodded.
Two hours were spent in testing circuits, each one exhaustively. Then Ishie turned to Mike. "We need still yet another test that we have not provided. A strain gauge to find out how much thrust a mosquito puts out. There's one in the physics lab. I'll run get it." "You will not," said Mike. "Genius you may be, but proton-proof you're not. We can rig that right here."
Mike rapidly converted the figure in centimeters to feet, and came up with nearly an eighty-three foot diameter for a circular surface. "Looks like we'll have to put it out on the spokes," he muttered in disgust, but Ishie shook his head quickly. "No need, Mike.
As he spoke, Mike's finger moved nearer a knob-headed bolt that seemed to be one of the two holding the glass device to its mounting board, and an inch and a half spark spat forth and interrupted the dissertation with a loud "Yipe!" "Confusion say," Ishie continued as Mike stuck his finger in his mouth, "he who point finger of suspicion should be careful of lurking dragons!
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