Twenty days after the Professor had resigned from the Institution, all the world's seismographs reported a serious temblor. Directionally, it was tracked down, and the calculations indicated a fairly straight line of fault. The fault was a vertical Great Circle of the earth dividing the earth into two hemispheres. Somewhere along this Great Circle must be Professor Milton, reasoned the many agencies seeking him. They beat the Circle from pole to pole and though finding one man in the wilderness of earth might be impossible, every available man was seeking him actively. Locating Milton was inevitable--providing Milton did not accomplish his division of the earth first. Ten days later the earth shook again, and people looked at one another in fear. "We must find him!" stormed Ingalls. Edwards and Harris nodded unhappily. Edwards added: "He's down there, somewhere." Ingalls looked out of the plane window at a million square miles of glaring ice. "A mote in the Grand Canyon of the Colorado," he grunted. Professor Moreiko shook his head. "All Americans are crazy," he stated. "No," grunted Edwards. "Only some of them." Moreiko laughed bitterly. Days upon end of flying over the ice was tiring to them all. It was, however, only a matter of time before the elusive Professor Milton was located. And hours later, Moreiko gave a shout as he pointed towards a small building squat upon the ice with a tall steel tower beside it. They landed beside the building, and climbed out of the plane worriedly. Whether the professor was armed bothered them quite a bit. * * * * * Professor Milton was not armed, nor was he resentful at being found. "Greetings," he boomed genially. "You are the first." "Why did you hide?" demanded Edwards. "Hide? I was not hiding. I merely came to the proper place for the division of the earth. I'd have mentioned it, but apparently no one was interested; I was forced to go on my own, so to speak." "You realize the importance of this?" "Of course," smiled Professor Milton whimsically. "Once this division takes place, there will be no cause for argument." "Nor anybody to argue," pointed Edwards. "Small matter. Russia wants--" "Might I speak for Russia?" asked Professor Moreiko. "Ah, Moreiko! So glad to see you. Of course you may speak." "Professor Milton, I tell you that neither Russia nor the United States is pleased with this proposition of yours." "Why not?" asked Milton childishly. "It seems equitable." "It is equitable, but truly not practical." "No?" boomed Milton, reaching for a large lever protruding from a panel. "I shall show you. I--" "Please consider first," objected Moreiko. "But why? Your ideology is at cross purposes with ours; you go your way and we'll go ours." "Dead!" snapped Moreiko. "Better dead," replied Milton, "than constant strife." "You realize that you will kill every man on earth?"