He found Jake and Coffin in tight-lipped conference when he reached the lab. "I can't do it any more," Coffin was saying. "I've begged them for time. I've threatened them. I've promised them everything but my upper plate. I can't face them again, I just can't."
"We only have a few days left," Jake said grimly. "If we don't come up with something, we're goners."
Phillip's jaw suddenly sagged as he stared at them. "You know what I think?" he said suddenly. "I think we've been prize idiots. We've gotten so rattled we haven't used our heads. And all the time it's been sitting there blinking at us!"
"What are you talking about?" snapped Jake.
"Unclebodies," said Phillip.
"Oh, great God!"
"No, I'm serious." Phillip's eyes were very bright. "How many of those students do you think you can corral to help us?"
Coffin gulped. "Six hundred. They're out there in the street right now, howling for a lynching."
"All right, I want them in here. And I want some monkeys. Monkeys with colds, the worse colds the better."
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" asked Jake.