Kingston nodded, his face clearing of its slight frown. "Good man," he breathed.
"Nor," said Maddox, looking at the cell depicted on the kinescope tube, "can we aid him to escape."
"To kill him inside of that room would most certainly prove to them that enough of his tale is true to make them suspicious. Even to open that room and let him out will prove to them that there is more than the agency of a single man at work."
"In other, terser words," grunted Maddox, "he has placed himself in a position where he has life insurance—only in the name of Earth Three."
"And you see to it that he stays alive, suspect and helpless!" snapped Kingston.
"That I shall do," nodded Maddox. "That I shall do!"
"Unless, of course, he is threatened by death with both killer and motive indigenous—or apparently so—to Earth One."
Peter Moray turned to Virginia Carlson and shook his head. "Won't work," he said.
"Why not?" she asked.