"Don, how did you rate such a good-looking wife?"
"I hired her," grinned Channing. "She used to make all of my stenographic mistakes, remember?"
"And gave up numerous small errors for one large one? Uh-huh, I recall. Some luck."
"It was my charm."
"Baloney. Arden, tell the truth. Didn't he threaten you with something terrible if you didn't marry him?"
"You tell him," grinned Channing. "I've got work to do."
Channing left the establishment known as Joe's; advertised as the "Best bar in twenty-seven million miles, minimum," and made his way to his office, slowly. He didn't reach it. Not right away. He was intercepted by Chuck Thomas, who invited him to view a small experiment. Channing smiled and said that he'd prefer to see an experiment of any kind to going to his office, and followed Chuck.
"You recall the gadget we used to get perfect tuning with the alloy-selectivity transmitter?"
"You mean that variable alloy disk all bottled up and rotated with a selsyn?" asked Don, wondering what came next. "Naturally I remember it. Why?"