Well, there was sort of a de-briefing. Cleary and Stone got me alone
for a moment in somebody's office.
"Well, Mike," Paul said, "that was a great performance. What was the
trouble up there?"
I laughed at both of them. "Go jump in the lake," I said. "I'm out of
the middle."
"What do you mean, Mike?" Doc Stone asked, holding his young-man's
pipe at arm's length.
"It wasn't design--because the solenoid worked. And it wasn't
installation. It was materials." I told them about the no-good
insulation.
"Lucky it's only used in a couple points," Paul said, scowling. "I
guess any other point where it broke up wasn't as critical in
dimension and no short resulted."
"Not yet," I grinned. "It may. And I couldn't care less."
"You're a big winner, then, Mike," Paul grinned. "Fred and I have kind
of made up anyway, and you're in solid with Sylvia."
"Not with that noise," I said. "No dame was worth that ride. Let Sid
have her."
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