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tear it down.
Draw that fine Bill talked about."

"Can do, boss." She swung to her feet and walked out of the room, her every
movement one of lithe and easy grace.

Karns followed her with his eyes. "Funny. A trained-dancer Ph.D. And a Miss
America
type, like all the other women aboard this spacer. I wonder if she'll make out."

"So do I. I still wish they'd given me Eggy. I've never seen an executive-type
female
Ph.D. yet that was worth the cyanide it would take to poison her."

"That's what Sawtelle thinks of you, too, you know."

"I know; and the Board does know its stuff. So I'm really hoping, Bill, that
she surprises
me as much as I intend to surprise the Navy."

Alarm bells clanged as the mighty Perseus blinked out of overdrive. Every
crewman
sprang to his post.

"Mister Snowden, why did we emerge without orders from me?" Captain Sawtelle
bellowed, storming into the control room three jumps behind Hilton.
 'The automatics took control, sir," he said, quietly. "Automatics! I give the
orders!"

"In this case, Captain Sawtelle, you don't," Hilton said. Eyes locked and held.
To
Sawtelle, this was a new and strange co-commander. "I would suggest that we
discuss
this matter in private."

"Very well, sir," Sawtelle said; and in the captain's cabin Hilton opened up.

"For your information, Captain Sawtelle, I set my interspace coupling detectors
for any
objective I choose. When any one of them reacts, it trips the kickers and we
emerge.
During any emergency outside the Solar System I am in command with the provision
that I must relinquish command to you in case of armed attack on us."

"Where do you think you found any such stuff as that in the directive? It isn't
there and
I know my rights."

"It is; and you don't. Here is a semantic chart of the whole directive. As you
will note, it