The New Men by C.P. Snow

As Martin and Luke looked at each other, no one round realized what the graph had told them. Someone threw in a scientific jibe about ‘cooking' and Luke replied. He said to the men at the filling place: ‘Hold it for a minute. ' Even then, no one, not even Mounteney suspected.

He left Mary's bench, pushed through the crowd, and, his stiff strong back straight, walked rapidly to his little office at the hangar side. That was nothing startling; he had done so three times since the experiment began. Martin remained on the ‘quarter deck' space, strolled over to the pile and back to Mary's instrument bench, then, with an air of casualness, as it were absent-mindedly, followed Luke. The scientists were chattering round me, relaxed until Luke came back; I did not attract attention, when in a moment I also followed.