He drew the back of his forefinger nervously across his brow in a gesture that was habitual with him in moments of mental stress. adam and eve xxx
"The gravitation-screen generators, sir," he said. "Number one went to the bad about an hour and a half ago. We have been working upon it steadily since; but I have to report, sir, that it is beyond repair."
"Number two will keep us supplied," I answered. "In the meantime we will send a wireless for relief."