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the green! I've even dusted every circuit boardтАж How's that backup transmitter, Brother Anson?"

"I've replaced two chips so far," Brother Anson answered from the bowels of the ancient device.
"Not that they were bad, you understandтАФbut I had my doubts."

"I'll never question a Franciscan's hunches." Father Vidicon laced his fingers across his midriff and
sat back. "Did you check the converter to the earth station?"

"'Converter'?" Brother Anson's head and shoulders emerged, covered with dust. "You mean that
huge resistor in the gray box?"

Father Vidicon nodded. "The very one."

"A bit primitive, isn't it?"

Father Vidicon shrugged. "There isn't time to get a proper one, nowтАФand it's all they've given me
money for, ever since I was 'promoted' to Chief Engineer. Besides, all we really need, to do is to drop
our fifty-thousand-watt transmitter signal down to something the earth station can handle."

Brother Anson shrugged. "If you say so, Father. I should think that would kick up a little
interference, though."

"Well, we can't be perfectтАФnot on the kind of budget we're given, anyhow. Just keep reminding
yourself, Brother, that most of our flock still live in poverty; they need a bowl of millet more than a clear
picture."

"I can't argue with that. Anyway, I did check the resistor. How many ohms does it provide?"

"About as many as you do, Brother. How'd it test out?"

"Fine, Father, it's sound."

"Or will be, till we go on the air." Father Vidicon nodded. "Well, I've got two spares handy. Let the
worst that can happen, happen! I'm more perverse than Finagle!"

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The door slammed open, and the Monsignor was leaning against the jamb. "FatherтАж Vidicon!" he
panted. "It's тАж catastrophe!"

"Finagle," Brother Anson muttered, but Father Vidicon was on his feet. "What is it, Monsignor?
What's happened?"

"Reverend Sun! He discovered the Pope's plans and has talked the U.N. into scheduling his speech
for Friday morning!"

Father Vidicon stood, galvanized for a second. Then he snapped, "The networks! Can they air His