Enid Andrews spoke languidly from the other end of the table.
"But what is it, Gregory? A local phenomenon?"
"You might call it that," said Greg, selecting his words cautiously.
"It's an ionized field into which we've blasted. It--it--shouldn't stay
with us long. But while it persists, our radio will be blanketed out."
Breadon's chestnut head came up suddenly, sharply.
"Ionization! That means atmosphere!"