Mary stirred and leaned on one elbow beside him. "What's the matter. Are you having nightmares?"
"Yeah—yeah, I guess I am. I'll be back in a minute, honey." He got up and padded to the door. "I've got to make a phone call."
"At this time of night?"
But Jim was gone. He turned on the hall light and dialed Sam's number. After a long time Sam answered sleepily.
"Wake up!" said Jim. "I've just figured it out!"
"Who the devil—? Oh, it's you, Jim. Figured out what? Do you know what time it is."
"Do you know the results of your calibration re-check?"
"How would I know that? I've got the night crew on it, but I didn't ask them to report to me in the middle of the night. Go back to bed, and let's talk about it in the morning."
"They're not going to find anything wrong, Sam."
"I could have told you that."