Chapter 7

Jaim Twer  fidgeted and shuffled his  feet. He said, "What's  twisting yourface?"Hober  Mallow lifted  out of his  brooding, "Is  my face twisted?  It's notmeant so.""Something must have happened yesterday, 朓 mean, besides that feast." Withsudden    conviction,    "Mallow,    there's    trouble,   isn't    there?""Trouble? No. Quite the  opposite. In fact, I'm in the position of throwingmy  full weight  against  a door  and finding  it ajar  at the  time. We'regetting into this steel foundry too easily.""You suspect a trap?""Oh,  for  Seldon's  sake, don't  be  melodramatic."  Mallow swallowed  hisimpatience and  added conversationally,  "It's just that  the easy entrancemeans there will be nothing to see.
"Nuclear power, huh?" Twer ruminated. "I'll tell you. There's just about noevidence  of any  nuclear power  economy here  in Korell.  And it  would bepretty  hard to  mask  all signs  of the  widespread effects  a fundamentaltechnology such as nucleics would have on everything.""Not if it was  just starting up, Twer, and being applied to a war economy.
You'd   find  it  in   the  shipyards   and  the  steel   foundries  only.""So if we don't find it, then?
"Then they haven't got  it ?or they're not showing it. Toss a coin or takea guess."Twer   shook   his  head,   "I   wish   I'd  been   with  you   yesterday.""I wish  you had, too," said Mallow stonily. "I  have no objection to moralsupport.  Unfortunately,  it was  the  Commdor  who set  the  terms of  themeeting, and not myself.  And what is coming now would seem to be the royalgroundcar  to  escort  us  to  the  foundry.  Have you  got  the  gadgets?""All of them."