Without interrupting their work, the lab technicians responded with loud razzberries. And amid a hail of derisory images came the raucous cry of a backbiter: "Who stole the weather, Powell?" This apparently referred to an obscure episode in Dishonest Abe’s lurid career which no one had ever succeeded in peeping, but which never failed to make Powell blush. It did not fail now. A silent cackle filled the room.