"Well. Not for that purpose, anyway. I admit some stray detections were made, but hardly enough-" "Oh, cut it out, Dick," said O'Connell.

"We've crunched the numbers a thousand times over the years, and we know what it had to have been. A time transposition involving a sphere of space six miles in diameter and including umpteen jillions tons of matter-we've got that number figured somewhere, too, but 'umpteen jillion' does well enough for the moment-requires…" His own tone had grown hushed. His finger pointed at the screen. "Thissort of numbers." Morgan-Ash didn't pursue the argument. In truth, he didn't really disagree himself. He just found it necessary, as he had many times since he'd joined the project-The Project, was the only name it had-to restrain his colleagues' enthusiasms. In that, if nothing else, they tended to have the bad habit of conspiratorial rebels since time immemorial to be True Believers. The reason The Project had no formal name was because it had no formal existence. It was, in point of fact, something of a scientific conspiracy, launched less than a year after the Grantville Disaster by a small group of physicists and mathematicians who'd been completely dissatisfied with the official explanation of the event and just as completely disgusted by the scientific establishment's apparent willingness to go along with that official explanation. All the more so because, damnation, there wasevidence. Several of the deep underground experimental facilities located in various places around the world to study such things as neutrinos and nucleon decay and cosmic rays had detected…