I looked at the board and noticed that our terminal trip-velocity read fifteen miles a second. My, my.
Finally Jeff said, “That’s right, you have.” And then, just a shade unhappily, “I might have known. You always tell the truth, Joe—you’re perfect.”
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TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE
This etext was produced from Worlds of Tomorrow, August 1963. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.
Punctuation has been normalized. Spelling and hyphenation have been retained as they were in the original book.