"Great guns, this thing would be worth millions of bucks if it would do what those meters say!"
"Yeah," said Kennely thoughtfully, "But I'm thinking about the guy in the model shop who is responsible for this. He'd be a good guy to offer a full partnership when we open up on our own. Let's go down to the shop. Got those figures on tomorrow's weather?"
Walking towards the model shop again, Chris Devon had the curious feeling that he had stepped off a high precipice during the morning and hadn't quit dropping.
Mac came over as they entered. "Don't tell me," he said. "I know. It isn't any good. We'll have to get out another rush model by Saturday noon. We can't do it, and that's that!"
"We just wanted to compliment you on a fine job," said Kennely.
Mac scratched his head in disbelief. "What do you want, then?"
"Nothing. We want to compliment the ones who worked on our models. Who did it?"
"Parks would know. He's supervisor on them. Parks!"
The supervisor turned. When he saw Kennely he put a hand over his face.
"I'm sorry as heck, Brian, but we just haven't been able to get started on your model. We can't begin work until tomorrow at the earliest. All the parts are on hand, but —"