“Yes, vaguely; but what does that have to do with it?”
“Maybe nothing, maybe not. He was pretty sore about my telling you the name of the stuff. I wouldn’t have done it if I’d stopped to think. The situation just seemed to call for a quick answer, so I gave it.”
“But your ideas on the native chemistry could hardly tell — or I suppose perhaps they could. Still, Drai knows perfectly well I’ve never worked for another trading company and I’m not a trader myself — why should I be treated like a commercial spy? I don’t care particularly what your stuff is — I’m interested in the planet.”
“I don’t doubt it. Just the same, if I ever make any more slips like that, please keep whatever you learn to yourself. I thought there’d be a nuclear explosion when Drai walked in with you yelling ‘Tofacco!’ into the mike.”
“He couldn’t really do much, though.” This was a ranging question; Ken had started to think again.
“Well—” Feth was cautious about his answer—”he’s the boss, and this isn’t such a bad job. Just do the favor, if you don’t mind.” He turned back to the armor, with an expression on his face which indicated he was through talking for the time being. Ken found himself unable to get anything definite from the mechanic’s answer.
He didn’t think about it very hard anyway, for the other problem proved too interesting. Feth was certainly a good mechanic; as good as some rated engineers Ken had known. He had opened the armor completely and removed all the service plates, and started the job by giving it a full overhaul inspection. That completed, he refilled the zinc circulating system and replaced and safe-tied the plates he had removed, but left the armor itself open. One eye rolled questioningly at the watcher, and he spoke for the first time in two hours.
“Have you any ideas about instrument arrangement? You know best what you want to find out.”
“Well, all we really need to know is whether the suit can maintain temperature and pressure. I suppose a single pressure gauge anywhere inside, and thermometers at the extremities, would tell enough. Can you use telemetering instruments, or will we have to wait until this torpedo gets back, too?”
“I’m afraid we’ll have to wait. The instruments themselves would be easy enough to install, but the voice transmitter in the armor couldn’t handle their messages. I can put a multiple recorder in the body, connect the instruments to that, and arrange so you can turn it on and off by remote control — I’ll simply tie it in to one of the suit controls. I suppose you’ll want to be able to manipulate the suit heaters, as well?”