There was Moe, his back half to the door, holding the still smoking automatic in his hand.
And Matt's eyes went from Moe to a long row of filing cabinets against the far wall. Beside a partially open drawer a figure slumped against the side of the cabinet, hands clutching at a sheaf of papers inside the drawer. It was the Bulldog, the colonel himself. But even as Matt stared wide-eyed, the colonel let out a rasping sigh and fell to the floor.
He lay still beside another body—that of Loevy.
"Moe!"
Moe turned as Matt strode into the room. There was an angry look on the old man's face.
"A spy, that's what he was—you were right, Matt. I caught him in here with the Bulldog. They were talking and going through the files together—looked like they were planning on skipping out. Fat chance!" Moe laughed mirthlessly. "Whatever they were looking for they won't use now. And nobody else will. Got a match, Matt? I'm going to burn this place to the ground!"
Matt stared from the dead bodies to Moe and over to the cabinet with the drawer still half open. He saw the sheaf of papers the Bulldog had been holding just before he died. He remembered again what Loevy had said—there is something far more precious than any one Rocket ship here—
"Moe—you're missing out on the fun at the Ship!" Matt said suddenly, intensely.
"I'll get out there. But first I got to—"
"Let me do it, Moe.—I'd enjoy seeing them two burn together. Afterall, it isn't much of a favor to ask...."