"The only chance you took was in the landing. We're acting as lightning rod for the whole valley, being the highest and best conductor. But, as a man named Faraday proved, the charge resides on the surface of the conductor. We're perfectly safe." "How dared you!" she whispered. He faced her, almost angrily. "You knocked the props out from under my philosophy. I've had enough hypocritical eyewash. I had to prove you. Well, I have." She was quiet for some time. Then she said, "I understand, Duke. I'm glad. And now what, for you?" He shrugged wryly. "I don't know. I can still take Caron's other ship and escape. But I don't think I want to. I think perhaps I'll stick around and give virtue another whirl." Smoothing back his sleek fair hair, he shot her a sparkling look from under his hands. "I won't," he added softly, "even mind going to Sunday School, if you were the teacher." * * * * * Transcriber's Note: The following typographical errors in the original text have been corrected in this eBook: Page 62: "smill" changed to "small" Page 63: "and" changed to "end"