Whiteford glared at him and for a moment Maxwell felt sorry. He had pushed a big man off a pedestal; he had punctured an ego.
Suddenly Whiteford grinned self-consciously. "Maybe you've got a point there. I never thought of it that way."
Maxwell started for the door and paused, his hand on the knob. The look he gave Whiteford was one of sudden admiration.
"There's something else, too. Something that it takes to send a man to the moon and back and something you can't measure on an IBM machine." He paused. "It takes courage. A hell of a lot of it."