"I'd like to try to explain the nature of the distortion field surrounding it to a physicist."
"Dr. Norvel," someone said, "is one of our better experimental physicists."
"Oh?"
"Gentlemen," Dr. Norvel said, "let me talk to her in the next room while you question this man."
The bald civilian said, "Go right ahead, Doctor."
The doctor stood up. Lighting another cigarette, she said, "We'll go right in there, if you don't mind."
Julia got to her feet.
When they had gone, a lieutenant sitting beside the civilian looked up from a sheaf of papers in front of him. "Walt Johnson, isn't it?"
Walt gulped. He felt clammy and frightened.
"I'm supposed to interrogate you—ask you some questions."