"I don't know," I said, looking over at Paul. "I think there's a de-briefing or something before they turn me loose."
"Don't be silly," Sylvia said. "It's not as if you were an astronaut or something."
I was back on the ground, all right.
Well, there was sort of a de-briefing. Cleary and Stone got me alone for a moment in somebody's office.
"Well, Mike," Paul said, "that was a great performance. What was the trouble up there?"
I laughed at both of them. "Go jump in the lake," I said. "I'm out of the middle."
"What do you mean, Mike?" Doc Stone asked, holding his young-man's pipe at arm's length.
"It wasn't design—because the solenoid worked. And it wasn't installation. It was materials." I told them about the no-good insulation.
"Lucky it's only used in a couple points," Paul said, scowling. "I guess any other point where it broke up wasn't as critical in dimension and no short resulted."
"Not yet," I grinned. "It may. And I couldn't care less."