"You needn't threaten. I'm willing to go to any lengths to get even with Channing and his crowd. But it must be good." "I was beaten by a technical error," explained Murdoch. "The coating on my ship did it." "How?" "They fired at me with a super-electron gun. A betatron. It hit me and disrupted the ship's apparatus. The thing couldn't have happened if the standard space-finish hadn't been applied to the _Hippocrates_." "I'm not a technical man," said Kingman. "Explain, please." "The average ship is coated with a complex metallic oxide which among other things inhibits secondary emission. Had we been running a ship without this coating, the secondary emission would have left the _Hippocrates_ in fair condition electrically, but Venus Equilateral would have received several times the electronic charge. But the coating accepted the terrific charge and prevented the normal urge of electrons to leave by secondary emission--" "What is secondary emission?" "When an electron hits at any velocity, it drives from one to as high as fifty electrons from the substance it hits. The quantity depends upon the velocity of the original electron, the charges on cathode and anode, the material from which the target is made, and so on. We soaked 'em in like a sponge and took it bad. But the next time, we'll coat the ship with the opposite stuff. We'll take a bit of Venus Equilateral for ourselves." "I like the idea. But how?" "We'll try no frontal attack. Storming a citadel like Venus Equilateral is no child's play, Kingman. As you know, they're prepared for anything either legal or technical. I have a great respect for the combined abilities of Channing and Franks. I made my first mistake by giving them three days to make up their minds. In that time, they devised, tested, and approved an electron weapon of some power. Their use of it was as dangerous to them as it was to me--or would have been if I'd been prepared with a metallic-oxide coating of the proper type." "Just what are you proposing?" asked Kingman. "I do not understand what you are getting at." "You are still one of the officials of Terran Electric?" "Naturally." "You will be surprised to know that I handle considerable stock in that company." "How, may I ask?" "The last time you bucked them, you did it on the market. You lost," grinned Murdoch. "Proving that you haven't a hundred percent record, either. Well, while Terran Electric was dragging its par value down around the twos and threes, I took a few shares." "How do you stand?" "I rather imagine that I hold fifteen or twenty percent." "That took money." "I have money," said Murdoch modestly. "Plenty of it. I should have grabbed more stock, but I figured that between us we have enough to do as we please. What's your holdings?" "I once held forty-one percent. They bilked me out of some of that. I have less than thirty percent."