"All right." He poured water out of a beaker into a U-shaped tube, open at both ends. "Watch," he said. "Remember any of your college physics?"
"The way things go, I haven't had much time to keep up with—"
"All the better, all the better," he said. "Then you won't be able to steal anything."
I caught my breath. "Now listen—"
"No offense, Virgie," he said earnestly. "But this is a billion dollars and—No matter. When it comes right down to cases, you could know as much as all those fool professors of ours put together and it still wouldn't help you steal a thing."
He bobbed his head, smiled absently and went back to his gleamy gadgets. I tell you, I steamed. That settled it, as far as I was concerned. There was simply no excuse for such unjustified insults to my character. I certainly had no intention of attempting to take any unfair advantage, but if he was going to act that way....
He was asking for it. Actually and literally asking for it.
He rapped sharply on the U-tube with a glass stirring rod, seeking my attention.
"I'm watching," I told him, very amiable now that he'd made up my mind for me.
"Good. Now," he said, "you know what I do here in the plant?"