"Did they check this unit?" Jayjay asked doggedly.

"Certainly. I watched them check it myself. I--" He brought himself up short and said: "Give me that torch, will you? I want to take a look at the thing."

Jayjay handed him the flashlight and grasped the captain"s belt. With one arm in a splint, Al-Amin couldn"t hold the flashlight and hold on to anything solid at the same time.

"I don"t see anything wrong," he said after a minute.

"Neither do I," Jayjay admitted. "But the way it acts--"

"I got the toothpicks!" Jeffry Hull propelled himself across the room toward the three men who were cl.u.s.tered around the screamer.

Jayjay took the toothpicks, selected one, and inserted it into the female plug. "Hard to see those threads with all the tubes blocking that plug," he said offhandedly.

Hull said: "Captain, did you know that the refrigerator is off?"

"Yes," said Atef Al-Amin absently. "It isn"t connected to the emergency circuits. Wastes too much energy. What do you find, Mr.

Kelvin?"

After a second"s silence, Jayjay said: "Let me check once more." He was running the tip of the toothpick across the threads in the female plug, counting as he did so. "Uh-huh," he said finally, "just as I thought. There"s one less thread in the female plug. The male plug is stopped before it can make contact. There"s a gap of about a tenth of an inch when the coupling is screwed up tight."

"Let me see," Smith said. He took the toothpick and went through the same operation. "You"re right," he said ruefully, "the female plug is faulty. We"ll have to use one of the other screamers."

"Right," said Jayjay.

Wrong, said Fate. Or the Powers That Be, or the Fallibility of Man, whatever you want to call it.

Every screamer unit suffered from the same defect.

"I don"t understand it!" A pause. "It"s impossible! Those units were tested!"

For the first time in his life, Captain Atef Abdullah Al-Amin allowed his voice to betray him.

Arabic is normally spoken about half an octave above the normal tone used for English. And, unlike American English, it tends to waver up and down the scale. Usually, the captain spoke English in the flat, un-accented tones of the Midwest American accent, and spoke Arabic in the ululating tones of the Egyptian.

But now he was speaking English with an Egyptian waver, not realizing that he was doing it.

"How could it happen? It"s ridiculous!"

The captain, his maintenance officer, and Jeffry Hull were cl.u.s.tered around the screamer unit in the lounge. Off to one side, Jayjay Kelvin held a deck of cards in his hands and played a game of patience called "transportation solitaire." His eyes didn"t miss a play, just as his ears didn"t miss a word.

He pulled an ace from the back of the deck and flipped it to the front.

"You said the screamers had been checked," Jeffry Hull said accusingly. "How come they _weren"t_ checked?"

"They _were_!" Al-Amin said sharply.

"Sure they were," Smith added. "I watched the check-off. There was nothing wrong then."

"Meanwhile," Hull said, the acid bite of fear in his voice, "we have to sit here and wait for the Interplanetary Police to find us by pure luck."

The captain should have let Hull cling to the idea that the IP could find the _Persephone_, even if no signal was sent. But the captain was almost as angry and fl.u.s.tered as Hull was.

[Ill.u.s.tration]

"Find us?" he snapped. "Don"t be ridiculous! We won"t even be missed until we"re due at Styx, on Pluto, nine days from now. By that time, we"ll be close to two billion miles beyond the orbit of Pluto. We"ll never be found if we wait "til then. Something has to be done _now_!"

He looked at his Maintenance Officer. "Smith, isn"t there some way to make contact between those two plugs?"

"Sure," Smith said bitterly. "If we had the tools, it would be duck soup. All we"d have to do is trim down the male plug to fit the female, and we"d have it. But we don"t have the tools. We"ve got a couple of files and a quarter-horsepower electric drill with one bit.

Everything else was in the tool compartment--which is long gone, with the engine room."

"Can"t you ... uh, what do you call it? Uh ... jury-something--"

Hull"s voice sounded as though he were forcing it to be calm.

"Jury-rig?" Smith said. "Yeah? With what? Dammit, we haven"t got any tools, and we haven"t got any materials to work with!"

"Can"t you just use a wrench to tighten them more?" Hull asked helplessly.

Smith said a dirty word and pushed himself away from the screamer unit to glower at an unresisting wall.

"No, Mr. Hull, we couldn"t," said Captain Al-Amin with restrained patience. "That would strip the threads. If the electrical contact were made at the same time, the high-pressure oxygen-hydrogen flow would spark off, and we"d get a big explosion that would wreck everything--including us." Then he muttered to himself: "I still don"t see how it could happen."

Jayjay Kelvin pulled a nine of spades from the back of the deck to the front. It matched the four of spades that had come three cards before. Jayjay discarded the two cards between the spades. "You don"t?" he asked. "Didn"t you ever hear that the total is greater than the sum of its parts?"

"What?" Captain Al-Amin sounded as though he"d been insulted--in Arabic. "What are you talking about, Mr. Kelvin?"

"I"m talking about the idiocy of the checking system," Jayjay said flatly. "Don"t you see what they did? Don"t you see what happened?

Each part of a screamer has to be checked separately, right?"

Al-Amin nodded.

"Why? Because the things burn out if you check them as a complete unit. It"s like checking a .50 caliber cartridge. The only way you can check a cartridge is to shoot it in a gun. If it works, then you know it works. Period. The only trouble is that you"ve wasted the cartridge. You know that _that_ one is good, but you"ve ruined it.

"Same way with a screamer. If you test it as a unit, you"ll ruin it.

So you test it a part at a time. All the parts check out nicely because the test mechanisms are built to check each part."

Smith squinted. "Well, sure. If you check out the whole screamer, you"ll ruin it. So what?"

"So suppose you were going to check out a cartridge," Jayjay said.

"You don"t fire it; you check each part separately. You check the bra.s.s case. It"s all right; the tests show that it won"t burst under firing pressure. You check the primer; the tests show that it will explode when hit by the gun"s hammer. You check the powder; the tests show that the powder will burn nicely when the flame from the primer hits it. You check the bullet; the tests show that the slug will be expelled at the proper velocity when the powder is ignited.

"So you a.s.sume that the cartridge will function when fired.

"But will it?"

"Why wouldn"t it?" Smith asked.

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