“Somebody ripped out the main switches to the low-power taps from the main generators, sir,” said Mike. “Nothing to worry about. The boys will have the lights on within three or four minutes.”
“Who...?”
“I don’t know,” said Mike, “but we’d better find out pretty fast. There’ve been too many things going on aboard this ship to suit me.”
“Same here. Are you sure everything’s all right down there?”
“Absolutely, sir. We can quit worrying about the damage itself and put our minds to finding out who did that damage.”
“Do you have any ideas?”
“Some,” said Mike the Angel. “As soon as the intercom is functioning again, I think you’d better call a general meeting of officers—and get Miss Crannon and Fitzhugh out of bed and get them up here, too.”
“Why?” Black Bart asked flatly.
“Because Snookums has gone off his rocker. He’s attacked at least one human being that I know of and has ignored direct orders from a human being.”
“Who?” asked Black Bart.