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her and led her up to a full-length mirror. "We're a mighty well-matched pair . . . I like us
immensely ... well, shall we go see the chaplain? Or should we look for a priest-or
maybe a rabbi?" "We don't know each other very well, do we? But we'll have all the rest
of our lives to learn unimportant details. The chaplain, please. Let's go."

They went; still talking. "You'll live with me in the suite, won't you?" she asked. "All the
time you aren't on duty?"

I can't imagine anything else."

"Wonderful! Now I want to talk seriously for a minute. You'll never need a job, nor any of
my money, either. Not ever. The thought of dowsing never even entered your mind, did
it?"

"Dowsing? Oh, witching stuff. Of course not."

"Listen, darling. All the time I've been touching you I've been learning about you-and
you've been learning about me."

"Yes but. . ."

"No buts, buster. You actually have tremendous powers; ever so much greater than
mine. All I can do is feel oil, water, coal, and gas. I'm no good at all on metals couldn't
feel gold if I were perched right on the ridgepole of Fort Knox. But if you'll stop fighting
that terrific power of yours and really use it I'm positive that you can dowse anything you
want to. Even uranium."

He didn't believe it, and the argument went on until they reached the chaplain's office.
Then, of course, it was dropped automatically; and the next five days were deliciously,
deliriously, ecstatically happy days for them both.

At the time of this chronicle starships were the safest means of transportation ever used
by man; but there was, of course, an occasional accident. Worse than the accidents
however-but fortunately much rarer-were the complete disappearances: starships from
which no distress signal was ever received and of which no trace was ever found.

And on the Great Wheel of Fate the Procyon's number came up.

In the middle of the night Carlyle Deston came instantaneously awake-deep down in his
mind a huge, terribly silent voice was roaring "DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!" He did
not take time to think or to reason: he grabbed Barbara around the waist and leaped out
of bed with her.

"Trouble, Bobby! Get into your suit-quick!" "But ... but I've got to dress!"

"No time! Snap it up!" He stuffed her into her suit; leaped into his own. "Control!" he
snapped into its microphone. "Disaster! Abandon Ship!"

The alarm bells clanged once; the big red lights flashed once; the sirens barely started to
growl, then quit. The whole vast fabric of the ship shuddered as though it were being