"Certainly," he grinned boyishly. "I simply reversed the switch that
changes the current of the Gorm. I knew that it would then repel the
liner out into space, as Miro was incautious enough to inform me.
"Then I figured that if instead of direct current, an alternating flow
could be induced, so as to attract and repel in quick succession,
enough of a disturbance would be raised in that highly unstable
mixture to start fireworks. So I rigged up an automatic break in the
circuit, timed it to permit us to get up enough speed from the
repulsion to be safely on our way before it would start. The
circuit-breaker worked and the alternating current did the rest. That
island is wiped out, and so is the Gorm. There'll be no further threat
of danger to the solar system from that."
"And Miro, what are we going to do with him?"
"Turn him over to the Service. They'll take care of him. And now,
young lady, if you have no further questions, shall I say it again?"
She smiled up at him tenderly, answering:
"If you wish."
* * * * *