Both were silent for minutes; and then it was demonstrated again that Terra's Advisory Board had done better than it knew in choosing Sandra Cummings to be Jarvis Hilton's working mate. "We did cause it, Jarve," she said, finally. "They knew we were coming, even before we got to Fuel Bin. They knew we were human and tried to wipe out the Omans before we got there. Preventive warfare, you know." "They _couldn't_ have known!" he snorted. "Strett detectors are no better than Oman, and you know what Sam Bryant had to say about them." "I know." Sandra grinned appreciatively. "It's becoming a classic. But it couldn't have been any other way. Besides, I _know_ they did." He stared at her helplessly, then swung on Larry. "Does that make sense to you?" "Yes, sir. The Stretts could peyondire as well as the old Masters could, and they undoubtedly still can and do." "Okay, it does make sense, then." He absented himself in thought, then came to life with a snap. "Okay! The next thing on the agenda is a crash-priority try at a peyondix team. Tuly, you organized a team to generate sathura. Can you do the same for peyondix?" "If we can find the ingredients, yes, sir." * * * * * "I had a hunch. Larry, please ask Teddy Blake's Oman to bring her in here...." "I'll be running along, then." Sandra started to get up. "I hope to kiss a green pig you won't!" Hilton snapped. "You're one of the biggest wheels. Larry, we'll want Temple Bells and Beverly Bell--for a start." "Chief, you positively amaze me," Sandra said then. "Every time you get one of these attacks of genius--or whatever it is--you have me gasping like a fish. Just what can you _possibly_ want of Bev Bell?" "Whatever it was that enabled her to hit the target against odds of almost infinity to one; not just once, but time after time. By definition, intuition. What quality did you use just now in getting me off the hook? Intuition. What makes Teddy Blake such an unerring performer? Intuition again. My hunches--they're intuition, too. Intuition, _hell_! Labels--based on utterly abysmal damned dumb ignorance of our own basic frames of reference. Do you think those four kinds of intuition are alike, by seven thousand rows of apple trees?" "Of course not. I see what you're getting at.... Oh! This'll be fun!" The others came in and, one by one, Tuly examined each of the four women and the man. Each felt the probing, questioning feelers of her thought prying into the deepest recesses of his mind. "There is not quite enough of each of three components, all of which are usually associated with the male. You, sir, have much of each, but not enough. I know your men quite well, and I think we will need the doctors Kincaid and Karns and Poynter. But such deep probing is felt. Have I permission, sir?" "Yes. Tell 'em I said so." Tuly scanned. "Yes, sir, we should have all three."