With much difficulty, Tom moved the box out from its watery bath below the bench and hauled it over to the high-power X-ray machine. He looked at the fluoroscope and grunted in disgust. Naturally, tungsten would be completely and utterly blank-faced to any X-ray manipulation. He wanted to kick it, but he knew that kicking a sold slab of tungsten would be damaging only to the kickee. A means of casting tungsten--something that they'd been seeking ever since the stuff was isolated. He had it--or at least, the physicist had it. Utter frustration. * * * * * Thomas Lionel looked at the box and grinned. He knew what had happened. The engineer hadn't been able to guess-- He pressed the button again-- * * * * * Tom Lionel removed his finger from the button and swore. He used an engineer's ability to remember and then to improvise and from there he took up the job of invention. His swearing did him good. At least he forgot to worry about the tungsten box. He'd find that one out eventually, anyway. And, furthermore, its trial by fire and water had damaged it in absolutely no way. Q.E.D., here he was again! He looked further. It was not like the physicist to just do this. There must be other information pertaining to the problem that the engineer had left. He went into the living room of his house and sought the desk. There was more of it, anyway. The title page of the manuscript read: MATHEMATICAL ANALYSIS OF OBSERVATIONAL DATA MADE DURING THE MANIFESTATION OF FORCES OPERATING IN A NEW FIELD OF PHYSICAL SCIENCE. By Thomas Lionel, Ph.D., M.M. Consulting Engineer. Tom lifted the manuscript from the desk-- And he got the squeamish feeling of being dropped in an ultra-high speed elevator that was accelerating at a terrific rate. He instinctively dropped the manuscript and clutched the edge of the desk. When the manuscript hit the desk, it caused the phenomenon to stop. Tom felt the top page, ran around it with his fingers, and then carefully slid his hand beneath the last page, found the button on the desk top, and held it down while he removed the manuscript. He lifted. It gave him the screaming willies, and instinctively, Tom pressed hard on the button. His elevator changed direction. It gave him the effect of being hit on the head with a sand bag. It was now accelerating upward at a violent rate. He let the button up slowly. The feeling ceased as he reached a pressure about even to the weight of the manuscript; stopping all at once. He compensated by dropping an equal number of blank pages from the desk on the button and took the manuscript to his easy chair to read.