"We'd do better by putting the insect on an anvil and hitting it firmly with a five-pound hammer," said Barney. "Then we'd only have the anvil and hammer to haul around. This thing is like hauling a fifty-thousand-watt radio transmitter around. Power supplies, BFO, tube, meters, tools, and a huge truck full of spare fuses for the times when we miss the insect. Might be good for a central heating system." "Except that a standard electric unit is more reliable and considerably less complicated. You'd have to hire a corps of engineers to run the thing." The lights went on again, and the attendant in the substation screwed the blow-point control tighter. He didn't know it, but his level was now above the rating for his station. But had he known it he might not have cared. At least, his station was once more in operation. "Well," said Barney, getting up from the table, "what have we missed?" * * * * * Altas said: "Now your unit is operating at its correct level. But, son, you've missed one thing. It is far from efficient. Those two leads must be isolated from one another. Coupling from one to the other will lead to losses." "Gosh," said Than, "I didn't know that." "No, for some reason the books assume that the tower engineer has had considerable experience in the art. Take it from me, son, there are a lot of things that are not in the books. Now isolate those leads from one another and we'll go on." * * * * * "While you're thinking," said Jim, "I'm going to lockstitch these cables together. It'll make this thing less messy." Jim got a roll of twelve-cord from the cabinet and began to bind the many supply leads into a neat cable. Barney watched until the job was finished, and then said: "Look, chum, let's try that electric-light trick again." They swung the tube around until it was in the original position, and turned the juice on. Nothing happened. Barney looked at Jim, and then reached out and pointed the big tube right at the electric light. Nothing happened. "Check your anode voltages again." "All O.K." "How about that aligning job?" Barney fiddled with the alignment screws for minutes, but his original setting seemed to be valid. "Back to normal," said Barney. "Rip out your cabling." "Huh?" "Sure. You did something. I don't know what. But rip it out and fan out the leads. There is something screwy in the supply lines. I've been tied up on that one before; this thing looks like electronics, as we agree, and I've had occasion to remember coupling troubles." "All right," said Jim, and he reluctantly ripped out his lock-stitching. He fanned the leads and they tried it again. Obediently the light dimmed and the wallpaper burned. "Here we go again," said Jim, killing the circuits and reaching for a small rug to smother the fire. "No wonder the Martians had this thing out in the middle of the desert. D'ye suppose that they were trying to find out how it works, too?"