"But how about the formation of ozone?"
"That'll have to be checked," said Walt. "For Pluto hasn't got a Channing Layer, of course, and our station out there is no criterion. But you note there is no smell of ozone in here. That leads me to think that w've given Terran Electric the runaround once more. Funny thing about Kingman, if someone gave him this development, he'd never think of reversing it to bring energy in."
"From what I know of the man," said Christine, "he'd not think of reversing, but he would think of perverting."
"Christine!" shouted Walt.
"Huh?" asked the bewildered girl.
"You may have had your thought for the week!"
Walt tried a bit of Indian War Dance but failed because the pseudo-gravitic force was too light to hold him down. They were too close to the axis for full force.
"But I don't understand."
Walt laughed hugely and hugged her. Christine was lissome in the curve of his arm as she relaxed against him.
Walt looked down at her for what seemed to be a long time while the stream of highly-technical thinking and deduction gave way to a series of more fundamental thoughts. Then he added his other arm to the embrace, and Christine turned to face him. He kissed her gently; experimentally—and discovered instead of resistance there was co-operation. His kiss became fervent and Christine's lips parted beneath his.