"My turn to poke her on the pretty little schnozzola?"
"You won that by that three times something to the minus umpty-umpth power percentage of landing error. Twelve feet in what?"
"2,630,000,000,000,000,000 feet."
"Was that the same he said before?" asked McBride with a smile. "Or was he working that old gag about our not remembering?"
"I don't remember either."
"So, you win," said McBride to Larry Timkins.
Timkins called, and Sandra Drake's slightly hysterical voice replied.
"How you doing?" asked Larry.
"Where are you?"