"Captain, this is a crisis. We should postpone our private struggle. Why don't we bring one of these prisoners aboard so that we can question him by use of films, or play acting? Later, we can discuss your situation and mine."
He saw from the look on Browne's face that the reasonableness of the suggestion, and its potentialities, were penetrating.
Browne said quickly, "Only you come aboard—and with one prisoner only. No one else!"
Lesbee felt a dizzying thrill as the man responded to his bait. He thought: "It's like an exercise in logic. He'll try to murder me as soon as he gets me alone and is satisfied that he can attack without danger to himself. But that very scheme is what will get me aboard. And I've got to get on the ship to carry out my plan."
Browne was frowning. He said in a concerned tone: "Mr. Lesbee, can you think of any reason why we should not bring one of these beings aboard?"
Lesbee shook his head. "No reason, sir," he lied.
Browne seemed to come to a decision. "Very well. I'll see you shortly, and we can then discuss additional details."
Lesbee dared not say another word. He nodded, and broke the connection, shuddering, disturbed, uneasy.
"But," he thought, "what else can we do?"