"Glad to,” agreed Ben. “It was just too damned easy."
"Be seeing you, Ben."
"I'll get down to Earth some day. Come see me when you have a minute. Drop in for an evening."
"That's an invitation,” said Greg. “It's easy with this three dimension stuff."
He reached out a hand, snapped a control. The screens in Wrail's office went dead.
Wrail reached for a cigar, lit it carefully. He leaned back in his chair, put his feet on the desk.
"By Heaven,” he said satisfiedly, “I've never enjoyed anything so much in all my life."
CHAPTER EIGHT
A Giant cylindrical hull of finest beryl steel, the ship loomed in the screen. A mighty ship, braced into absolute rigidity by monster cross beams of shining steel. Glowing under the blazing lamps that lighted the scene, it towered into the shadows of the factory, dwarfing the scurrying workmen who swarmed over it.
"She's a beauty,” said Russ, puffing at his pipe.