General Sanders closed his eyes again, and tilted back his chair. The frown between his eyes deepened.
It was six o'clock, and the early dusk was closing in on the workroom, before another statement came from Eddie. In its characteristic monotone, the educatable computer said:
"The existing developmental missile program will not be affected by the rising divorce rate in Bakersfield and Kern County."
Dr. John O'Hara Smith pursed his lips in disapproval.
"Eddie's not behaving at all well! I'm afraid that new circuit relay will take some working over...."
General Sanders climbed slowly to his feet. He picked up his hat.
"O.K., Smith," he said, "You sold me a bill of goods, and I bought it! Now I'm turning you and this whole damn mess back to the FBI! Let Cowles go crazy for awhile!"
As Frank Cowles sat in the General's office and heard what had been going on, he said mildly:
"Well, I guess you had to take the gamble."