In Corley’s office he found Bowles, Corley himself — and Corley’s wife. Corley looked harassed; Mrs. Corley was quite evidently angry. “Greetings, folks,” he said. “Am I butting in?”
Corley looked up. “Come in, Jim.”
Barnes bowed to Mrs. Corley. “How do you do, ma’am?”
She glared at him. “You! You’re responsible for this!”
“Me, Mrs. Corley? For what?”
“You know very well ‘what’! Oh you…you…” She caught her breath, then gave vent to one explosive word: “Men!” She slammed out of the room.
When the door had closed behind her, Barnes let his eyebrows seek their natural level. “I see she knows. You shouldn’t have told her, not yet, Doe.”
“Confound it, Jim. I didn’t expect her to kick up a fuss.”
Bowles faced around in his chair. “Don’t be a fool, Jim. Doe’s wife had to know-wives aren’t hired hands.”•
“Sorry. The damage is done. Doc, have you put any check on phone calls?”
“Why, no.”
“Do it. Wait, I’ll do it.” He stepped to the door. “Countess, call our switch board. Tell Gertie to switch all outgoing calls to you. You tell ’em firmly that outside lines are all in use, find out who it is, why they want to call, and whom-then tell the Director, Admiral Bowles, or me. Same for incoming calls.”
He closed the door and turned back to Bowles.
“Your wife knows?”
“Of course.”
“Trouble?”
“No. Navy wives get used to such things, Jim.”
“I suppose so. Well, I got Hastings squared away. He says that he will be here with the tape not later than two in the morning. Ive got a plane standing by for him.”
Corley frowned. “That’s cutting it fine. We ought to have more time to set up the autopilot.”
“He says he can’t promise it sooner. How about things here?”
“Loading is coming all right,” answered Bowles, “provided the trucks with the oxygen aren’t late.”
“You should have flown it in.”
“Quit uttering. The trucks are probably in Cajon Pass this minute.”
“Okay, okay. Power plant, Doe?”
“I haven’t broken Ned Holmes’ seal on the atomic pile yet. The water tanks are filling, but they’ve just started.”
He was interrupted . by the telephone at his elbow. “Yes?”
His secretary’s voice sounded in the room. “Your wife wants to call long distance, Doctor. I’m stalling her. Are you in?”
“Put her on,” he said wearily. Mrs. Corley’s words could not be heard, but her angry tones came through. Corley answered, “No, dear…That’s right, dear. I’m sorry but that’s how it is…no, I don’t know when the lines will be free; we’re holding them for calls placed to the east coast…no, you can’t have the car; I’m using it. I — ” He looked surprised and replaced the instrument. “She hung up on me.”
“See what I mean?” said Barnes.
“Jim, you’re a fool,” Bowles answered.
“No, I’m a bachelor. Why? Because I can’t stand the favorite sport of all women.”
“Which is?”
“Trying to geld stallions. Let’s get on with the job.”
“Right,” agreed Corley and flipped a key on his Teletalk. “Helen, call the electronics shop and tell Mr. Ward that I want to see him.”
“Haven’t you broken the news to him?” demanded Barnes.
“Ward? Of course.”
“How did he take it?”
“Well enough. Ward is high strung. At first he insisted there wasn’t time to get all the electronic gear ready.”
“But he’s in?”
“He’s in.” Corley stood up. “I’ve got to get back into the ship.”
“Me, too,” Bowles agreed.
Barnes followed them out. As they passed the desk of Corley’s secretary she was saying, “One moment, puhlease-I’m ringing him.” She looked up and pointed to Corley.
Corley hesitated. “Uh, uh,” said Barnes, “if you let ’em tie you up on the phone, we’ll never take off. I’m elected. Go on, you two. Get the buggy ready to go.”
“Okay.” Corley added to his secretary, “Got Mr. Ward yet?”
“Not in the electronics shop. I’m chasing him.”
“I want him right away.”
Barnes went back inside and spent an hour handling a logjam on the telephone. Personal calls he simply stalled on the excuse that the lines were needed for priority long distance calls. I-f a call was concerned with getting the ship ready to go, he handled it himself or monitored it. As best he could he kept the construction site an island, cut off from the world.