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    Bob Knowlton owiton was sting alone inthe conference room of the laboratory, The rest ofthe Group had gong athe secretares had stopped and talked for n ache about her husband's coming induction into the a ren Na finaly lett, Bob, alone in the laboratory, sid aHitle further down in his chair looking tg, een at the results of the first test run of the new photon unit. He liked to stay after the others had gone. His appointment as Project head was still new e him a deep sense of pleasure. His eyes were on the graphs before him but in his mind, he Jerrold, the Project head, saying again, "There is one thing about this place that you can bai is the limit for a man who can producel” nough to give Could hear Dr, Ink on. The sky Knowlton felt again the tingle of happiness and embarrassment. Well, dam it; he said to produced. He was not kidding anybody. He had come to the Simmons laboratories two years go, During a routine testing of some rejected clanson components he had stumbled on the idea of the phots Correlator, and the rest just happened. Jerrold was enthusiastic; a separate project had been set up for further research and development of the device, and he had got the job of running it. The whole sequence of events still seemed a little miraculous to Knowlton, himself, he had Me shrugged out of the reverie and beat determinedly over the sheets when he heard someone come into the room behind him. He looked up expectantly; Jerrold often stayed late himself, and now and then Gropped in for a chat. This ahways made the day's end especialy pleasant for Bob, It was not Jerrold The man who had come in was a stranger. He was tall, thin, and rather dark. He wore st and had on a very wide leather belt with a large brass buckle, the pilgrims must have worn. ‘eel rimmed glasses Lucy remarked later it was the kind of belt The stranger smiled and introduced himself. "| am Simon Fester. Are you Bol And they shook hands. "Doctor Jerrold said | might find you in. We were talk very much interested in what you are doing." Bob waved to a chair, b Knowlton? Bob said yes. ing about your work, and I'm Fester did not seem to belong in any of'the standard categories of Visitors; Stockholder. Bob pointed ‘to the sheets on the table. "There are the Prelimin; running. We've got 2 new gadget by the tal, and we are trying to understand i show you the section that we are testing.” Customer, visiting fireman, ‘ary results of a test we are it. Itis not finished. But I can He stood up but Fester was deep in the graphs. ter a moment, he loo look like plots of a Jennings surface. ve been playing around with

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