"No. I assumed that the thing was made to be handled by people not familiar with code, and that if one knew code one could key it."
Norton growled again, "Ever think that I know code, and that if it could have been keyed, I'd have done it before this?"
"Now that you say it, I suppose you would have. But what do we do now?"
"We try to repair it," snapped Norton. "Do you want to try it all by yourself, or will you permit me to help?"
Alice got between them once more. "Get it fixed first," she said sensibly. "Then argue about it afterwards."
Norton nodded, but he was not happy about it.
VIII
It was finished.
Commodore Theodore Wilson eyed the stereo grid with distaste. The filmy white haze, marking off the volumes already combed, filled the grid completely and overlapped the enclosing lines.