that the angel used to kick Adam and
Eve out of the garden. The sword figures all through the bible, folks.
You ought to read the bible. You ought to get to know it. It's all
there. All there for you to read...."

_By Christ_, thought Harrison. Here was an aspect of the concept, sword,
he had not considered. Morphological thinking required that _all_
aspects of a concept be explored, all plotted against all others for
possible correlation....

No. That was silly. The bible was a beautiful piece of literature and
some people believed it inspired. But the great good men who wrote the
bible had little scientific knowledge of a sword. They would simply
describe the weapon as a modern fiction writer would describe a
blaster--without knowing any more about one than that it existed and was
a weapon.

Surely the ISC's weapons expert could be trusted to know his swords.

* * * * *

"Go on home," Mills pleaded. "You're shot and you know it. You said
yourself this isn't our show."

"You go home, Bob. I'm all right."

"George ... you're acting strange. Strange as hell."

"I'm all right. Leave me alone," snapped Harrison becoming irritable.

Mills watched silently as the haggard man slipped a tablet into his
mouth.

"It's all right, Bob," smiled Harrison weakly. "I know how to use
Benzedrine."

"You damn fool, you'll wreck yourself...."

But the engineer ignored him. He continued paging his way through the
book--the bible, no less. George Harrison and the bible!

* * * * *

Mills was awakened by the telephone. Reaching in the dark for it he
answered almost without reaching consciousness.

It was Harrison.

"Bob, listen to me. If an angel were to look at us right now, what would
he think?"

"For God's sake!" Mills cried into the instrument. "What's up? You still
at the office?"

"Yeah, answer the question."

"Hold on, George. I'll be down and get you. What you been drinking?"

"Bob, would he--she--think much of us? Would the angel figure we
were...."

"How the hell would _I_ know?"

"No, Bob, what you should have asked is 'how the hell would _he_ know.'"

* * * * *

In a daze Mills heard the click as the other hung up.

* * * * *

"Mr. Harrison, your assistant is looking for you."

"Yes, I know, Kirk. But will you do it?"

"Mr. Harrison, we only got one of them. If we screw