At that moment, Jackson, a Project Engineer, walked by swearing profusely. "You'd think these dumb solder slingers of Mac's had never seen a blueprint before!" He addressed the air that was sulphurous about his head.
"It's happened again!" said Kennely.
For half an hour they watched the instruments in the weather station. Slowly, the needles approached the values indicated twenty-four hours before on the prognostication panel.
At the exact time Kennely checked his watch.
"Bull's-eye," he announced. The three predicted values of pressure, temperature and relative humidity were right on the nose. It was too much for sheer coincidence.
"Well — any suggestions?" said Kennely, at last.
"Let's go down and look over the model shop again. Maybe we can pick up a clue. There's got to be some answer to this crazy thing."
They had barely stepped into the door of the model shop when Mac saw them. He picked up a bar of cold rolled steel from a bench.
"This place is off bounds for engineers!"
