He pulled the engineer to his feet immediately and tried to straighten the dazed man who could only stare at the tons of iron that sailed serenely on. The foundryman picked up the scattered sheets and started to sort them. Abruptly he stopped and examined one of the pages closely. He began to look through the others, but before he could go any further, the blueprints were snatched from his hands.
He said: "What's this casting for?"
The engineer rolled the sheets together with quick, intense motions. He said: "None of your blasted business."
"I think I know. That's one-quarter a cyclotron. You're getting the other parts made up in different foundries, aren't you?"
There was no answer.
"Maybe you've forgotten Stabilization Rule 930."
"I haven't forgotten. You're crazy."
"Want me to call for official inspection?"