He smiled back. "My wife inspired it. Don't get nervous--it was
unconscious, sheerly by accident."
"Whatever the cause, it's the perfect result," Johnson conceded.
"We'll spread it through the net."
"Along with this, I hope." Wendell dumped the contacts on a table top.
"It's the smallest size possible. A lot should get by unnoticed. Find
cell members who can set up cryotrons with a wide range of
instructions to cope with anything in the piles. Some weirdly alive
concoctions of 'obsolescent' parts ought to result."
"Some day the world's going to know what you've done for it," said
Johnson solemnly.
"That could happen too soon!" Miss Wright's face, honest and open in
its horse-like length, broke into a wide grin.
"Amen," said Hart, adding the private hope that Marie, blessed with
superior looks, might be able to show as much superior wisdom some
day.
* * * * *
The hope was not immediately fulfilled. When he reached home Marie was
in a tizzy of excitement. "You're just in time, darling. They just
caught three subversives. One of them was a woman," she added as this
were compounding an improbability with an impossibility. "They're
going to show them."