I nodded wordlessly and rang off.

* * * * *

Despite George Herrmann's admonitions re long distance calls, I

immediately visifoned every AGS installation in the States.

The last call did it. I raised Al Benson in Phoenix, Arizona. He'd seen

Elaine briefly. He'd been first in the control room at the Phoenix

synchrotron and had just activated same when, bingo! she was there.

He had in fact been just about to call me. She'd been wearing the

parka which had stayed when she "left". He'd found my name stencilled

on the parka's left breast. Said she'd said the "nicest" man had lent

it to her.

Which was nice to hear.

"We've just _got_ to find her," I said earnestly.

He looked at me quizzically. "Bob, my boy, is the old perennial

bachelor's veneer cracking?"

I thought that one over. "I guess it is," I admitted. "Now, Al, any

suggestions?"

"I'm essentially a computerman," he said. "Give me some data and I

might come up with something."

I knew what HOAGS had been intended to do: guide streams of particles

in a chainlike pattern through the influence of magnetic fields of

alternating direction so that head-on collisions of particles would

result. Theoretically this should yield energies as enormous as the

satellites reported present in cosmic radiation in space. But what side

effects might result from HOAGS' activation was difficult for even

computers to conclude.

There were other data: times of vanishment; durations of presence here

and at Phoenix; the fact that the parka had gone with Elaine from here

to Phoenix but had remained at Phoenix upon her vanishment there--

"She's drawn to an AGS unit upon its activation," Benson said. That was

already obvious to me but I didn't say so; Al Benson keeps his computer

pretty high up on a throne. He went on, "Your parka came here with

Elaine because it had picked up some manner of static charge from her.

For some reason it was discharged--degaussed, maybe--while she was here

and so it stayed when she--er--didn't."

I had looked at the wall clock as he was talking. "Look, Al," I cried,

"cut for now. Hanford AGS should have been activated a few minutes ago.

I'm going to call Ted Sosnowski there. Out, boy!"

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