* * * * *
The ship was on its way to Old London before Lindsay called for a
talk-fest.
"We don't know anything about these things excepting that they go off
when we approach 'em," said Lindsay. "Has anybody any ideas?"
"Only mine," grunted Jack Grant with a half-smile. "Something triggers
'em off whenever we come close."
"Couple of hundred feet," growled Lacy, "isn't close enough to permit
operation of any detector capable of registering the human body without
some sort of radiation output."
"Not direct detection," agreed Lindsay, facing Grant again.
Grant nodded. Then Garrard said: "I've an idea. But I'm mentioning it
to no one."
"Why?"
"I don't want to tip my hand."
"Thought you weren't a gambler," jeered Grant.
"I'm not. I can't foresee the future, written though it is. I'll play
it my way, according to my opinion. The fact that I feel this way about
it is obviously because it is written so."
"Oh Brother!" grunted Jack Grant. "With everything all written in the
Book of Acts, you still do things as you please because so long as you
desire to do things that way it is obvious that the Gods wrote it?"