Her natural magnetism and physical attractions had always stirred an emotion in Chandler, but, strangely enough, not now. She smiled and, automatically, he returned the smile.
"Mr. Chairman." The delegate from Canada frowned at Chandler. "We've debated the problem of causes for nearly two hours and seem to have reached an impasse."
A lean Britisher pushed his chair back. "If you were to solicit my opinion, I'd say we'd reached an impasse before we entered this room."
A stocky Russian with weathered features shot a glance at the Englishman. "Was that remark directed at me?"
"I was under the impression," returned the Englishman, "that we were here to determine an immediate course of action. My government instructed me to work to that end. I do not know what your instructions were."
"My dear Dr. White—" the Russian began, but Chandler's gavel rapped firmly on the table.
"Surely," he said, "Professor Kotenko is willing to concede that a cold climate is not enough in itself to cause glaciation."
"I did not mean to imply that it was."
"There must be snowfall, and snowfall demands a source," Chandler continued.
"And that source is the Arctic Ocean," the Britisher threw in.