Reaching For The Moon
By S. A. LOMBINO
It was no longer a question of theory, but
of money. Man could reach the moon, if
Saunders could persuade someone to finance him.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Science Fiction Quarterly November 1951.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The laboratory was brightly lit, and four men in business suits surrounded the large table. They stared down at the blueprints on the table, some scratching their heads, others rubbing their chins in speculation. The thin man in gray tweeds eyed them cautiously, his breath coming in short, anxious rushes.
The big man at the head of the table adjusted his eyeglasses, his hand lingering on the rim for a second. Then he cleared his throat and said, "It won't work, Dr. Saunders."
The little man in gray tweeds darted impatient eyes at the man who had just spoken. "Why won't it work? Why not?"