By morning, the confidence that I had the night before had pretty much dissipated. Nevertheless, I followed Goil from the dining hall to his quarters, giving him only time to complete any personal necessities before knocking on his door.
Some of my confidence returned when I entered the room. He looked as if he hadn't slept any at all. The impending doom of his Mars holdings had apparently dwelt with him most intimately the past night.
Goil said, "What's on your mind, Mr. Weston?"
"I had a talk with Willy last night. He wants to tell you everything."
Goil brightened slightly. "Fine," he said.
"I've taken the liberty of asking him to come here," I said.
Goil nodded.
This was a good chance for me to needle him a little more, so I said, "The news reports are not good this morning. That freighter will have to be abandoned sometime this evening if they don't get it off the course it's on now."
Goil dimmed again. He said, "I heard the news."
"There is no way they can jettison that cargo either. Strange, isn't it. Of all the other points in and around space, that ship has got to pick Mars to smack into, and the only densely populated part of Mars at that. Fate, I guess."