I felt that I was making headway with her. I wanted to. I had to.

"You--you say there were others, and they didn't find anything?" she

said. She was groping for something logical to grasp. I had to give her

that something.

"That's right," I said. "And the law of averages said that someday

someone would uncover something that's been missed."

She was nodding slowly now, accepting what I was saying. It was

authoritative. She would find confirmation in authoritative books. If

she wanted to pursue the subject she would find plenty of evidence, real

evidence, to support it. It is a common form of insanity. It was

important that she believe that.

We reached the road. C.I. had been prepared. There was a car to take her

back to the hotel, a stationwagon for Herb who was now very submissive

and somewhat dazed, and a third car for me and my precious cargo.

* * * * *

Ten minutes later I was in the Science Building basement, laying the

thing on a wooden table, very gently. It seemed solid, each integral

part of its form being of a different metal.

None of the men watching me lay it down discounted the danger it

contained. They knew too much about how shape and dimension can affect

the electronic properties of metal. They knew the thing probably didn't

contain an erg of power of its own, but probably triggered and directed

the release of cosmic energies as yet unknown to them.

They stared at it. One of them reached out to touch it, then slowly drew

his finger back.

I could see the decision crystallizing in their minds behind their

serious eyes. This thing would go with the other strange and

incomprehensible machines locked in vaults in a concrete building far

out on the Martian desert away from the tourist trails of this dead

planet. It would remain there until the day when human science advanced

far enough to understand it.

"What about the wall in the dome?" I asked.

"They roped it off. They're afraid of it."

"Did you convince his wife he's insane?" one of the science staff asked.

I nodded. "I used the same old line. Told her there were dozens like

him, and the law of averages made it certain at least one of them would

find something."

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