After an almost silent dinner at home, he sat smoking his pipe, waiting for the phone to ring. It rang at eight.
"It's platinum," Carstairs said. Tim Carstairs was a night-shift chemist. "Anything wrong, Mr. Vogel?"
"No." Vogel paused. "Thanks, Tim." He hung up, glanced at his fingers. They were shaking.
"You," Alice said, "look ready to call mate in three."
"I'm going over to the shop," he said, kissing her. "Don't wait up."
e was not surprised to see the light on in the parts control section. Amenth was writing planning sheets.
"I don't believe we authorized overtime," Vogel told him mildly, hanging up his coat.
"Just loose ends." Amenth's smile was nervous. "Tying up these burden charts. I'm on my own time."