Part 3 (1/2)
”I myself think Jeffers _should_ have had the job. I've never handled anything half this big and I'll need a lot of help. But I'm stuck with it and you're all stuck with me, so we'll all take it and like it.
You've noticed, of course, the accent on youth. The Navy crew is normal, except for the commanders being unusually young. But we aren't. None of us is thirty yet, and none of us has ever been married. You fellows look like a team of professional athletes, and you girls--well, if I didn't know better I'd say the Board had screened you for the front row of the chorus instead of for a top-bracket brain-gang. How they found so many of you I'll never know.”
”Virile men and nubile women!” Etienne de Vaux leered enthusiastically.
”_Vive le Board!_”
”Nubile! Bravo, Tiny! _Quelle delicatesse de nuance!_”
”Three rousing cheers for the Board!”
”Keep still, you nitwits! Let me ask a question!” This came from one of the twins. ”Before you give us the deduction, Jarvis--or will it be an intuition or an induction or a ...”
”Or an inducement,” the other twin suggested, helpfully. ”Not that _you_ would need very much of that.”
”You keep still, too, Miney. I'm asking, Sir Moderator, if I can give my deduction first?”
”Sure, Bernadine; go ahead.”
”They figured we're going to get completely lost. Then we'll jettison the Navy, hunt up a planet of our own and start a race to end all human races. Or would you call this a _see_-duction instead of a _dee_-duction?”
This produced a storm of whistles, cheers and jeers that it took several seconds to quell.
”But seriously, Jarvis,” Bernadine went on. ”We've all been wondering and it doesn't make sense. Have you any idea at all of what the Board actually did have in mind?”
”I believe that the Board selected for mental, not physical, qualities; for the ability to handle anything unexpected or unusual that comes up, no matter what it is.”
”You think it wasn't double-barreled?” asked Kincaid, the psychologist.
He smiled quizzically. ”That all this virility and nubility and glamor is pure coincidence?”
”No,” Hilton said, with an almost imperceptible flick of an eyelid.
”Coincidence is as meaningless as paradox. I think they found out that--barring freaks--the best minds are in the best bodies.”
”Could be. The idea has been propounded before.”
”Now let's get to work.” Hilton flipped the switch of the recorder.
”Starting with you, Sandy, each of you give a two-minute boil-down. What you found and what you think.”
Something over an hour later the meeting adjourned and Hilton and Sandra strolled toward the control room.
”I don't know whether you convinced Alexander Q. Kincaid or not, but you didn't quite convince me,” Sandra said.
”Nor him, either.”
”Oh?” Sandra's eyebrows
”No. He grabbed the out I offered him. I didn't fool Teddy Blake or Temple Bells, either. You four are all, though, I think.”