"So what have you found?"
Farrell pointed to a place on a chart of the station. "About here."
"Spinach," said Channing, "there isn't anything there!"
Farrell handed the figures to Don. "That's where the short circuit load is coming from," he said.
"Up there," said Channing, "I'll bet it is hitting close to seventy or eighty degrees below zero. A supercold condition—"
He paused and shook his head. "The tube room reached absolute zero some time ago," he said, "and there's no heavy drain to that position."
"Well?" demanded Arden, yawning. "Do we wait until tomorrow morning or go up there now?"
Channing thought for a moment. "We're due to leave in the morning," he said. "Yet I think that the question of why anything up in an empty section of Venus Equilateral should be blowing fuses would belabor us all of our lives if we didn't make this last screwball search. Let's go. Wes, get your portable sun-finder, huh?"
"His what?" demanded Arden.
"Figger of speech, sweet. We mean a small portable relay tube that we can stick in series with this gawd-awful drain and use for a direction finder. I have no intention of trying to scour every storeroom in that area for that which I don't really believe is there."