The war was over. And things became dull. And the taste of adventure
still remained on the tongues of Arcot, Wade, and Morey.
[Footnote A: See "_The Black Star Passes_", Ace Books, F-346.]
I
Three men sat around a table which was littered with graphs, sketches of
mathematical functions, and books of tensor formulae. Beside the table
stood a Munson-Bradley integraph calculator which one of the men was
using to check some of the equations he had already derived. The results
they were getting seemed to indicate something well above and beyond
what they had expected.
And anything that surprised the team of Arcot, Wade, and Morey was
surprising indeed.
The intercom buzzed, interrupting their work.