"So," laughed Kingston, "when you finally collected your critical mass you enabled us to enter your Earth One, as we call it."
"And?"
"Your engineer's mind can reason out the rest," replied Kingston quietly.
"You mean that sooner or later one of the three must cease?"
"Yes. To prove it, I shall pose a question. Have you ever considered whether the entire universe was following triple time-paths or whether it is only this section of the universe?"
"Not vitally," replied Bronson.
"Then think about it," said Kingston. "You'll have time."
"I—?"
"You'll have time. We have the power and the science and the will and the ability to effect those necessary factors that will cause Earth Three alone to survive."
Bronson was forced to admit that Kingston was quite correct. Though he said nothing nor gave any sign that he agreed, Bronson was forced to agree that Earth Three was deep in its plans while Earth One lay complacently in ignorance of its danger. The only man who had any inkling of their danger was himself—and he had tried to warn them only to be greeted as a lunatic.