"Really? But I don't see how either Pettler or Wilson come in."
"They don't. A fight with those small fry—even smashing them—wouldn't make enough noise. Keller."
"Keller!" Celeste squealed. "But you'll...."
"I know I'll get fired. So what? By tackling him I can raise enough hell so that the Big Shots will have to cut out at least some of the rough stuff. You'll probably get fired too, you know—you've been too close to me for your own good."
"Not me." She shook her head vigorously. "The minute they terminate you, I quit. Poof! Who cares? Besides, I can get a better job in Townville."
"Without leaving the Project. That's what I figured. It's the boys I'm worried about. I've been getting them ready for this for weeks."
"But they will quit, too. Your Siberians—your Inspectors—of a surety they will quit, every one!"
"They won't release them; and what Stoner and Black will do to them, even after the war, if they quit without releases, shouldn't be done to a dog. They won't quit, either—at least if they don't try to push them around too much. Keller's mouth is watering to get hold of Siberia, but he'll never make it, nor any one of his stooges.... I'd better dictate a memorandum to Black on that now, while I'm calm and collected; telling him what he'll have to do to keep my boys from tearing Entwhistle apart."
"But do you think he will pay any attention to it?"
"I'll say he will!" Kinnison snorted. "Don't kid yourself about Black, Celeste. He's a smart man, and before this is done he'll know that he'll have to keep his nose clean."