"I suggest that the crystal be worked on by one person at a time.
Perhaps there's a critical mass of life-force--?"
"Sounds fantastic. You'll keep this out of your paper, Dave?"
"You bet--until we prove it. I don't want to sound any crazier than I
am." He looked around. "I'm going to file a yarn on the explosion," he
said. "Where's a typewriter and a telephone?"
Claverly said, "Jane, you show him. The rest of us will mix another
batch and make us a new crystal. Then--" He left it unfinished.