Stop them—somehow.
"How can I stop them?" wailed Jane.
Call President Morgan. You can do that, he wrote. Let the President put a stop to it!
Jane nodded and went to the telephone. Dave followed. I'm putting this crystal in Merion, he said. I've been away too long—they will be getting suspicious.
"Dave," cried Jane, helplessly looking for him. It was hard on Dave, for he knew what she wanted and was unable to stand where her eyes were trying to focus. He gave up and watched her eyes look aside and through him, unable to help her see him as he could see her. "Dave," she cried plaintively, "come back to me!"
When I can, he promised.
Jane waved the pad. "I have that in writing," she said. Her face showed it to be a hard try at humor.
Dave tapped her gently on the forehead with the crystal, and then it took off in a long swoop towards the window as he left. He did not know, but he assumed that a certain amount of time must be permitted the placers of those crystals since the operator could not open a door, nor must he permit the crystal to be seen floating through a busy corridor. How much of this grace period he had left he did not know, but he wanted the crystal placed under the eye of the television cameras of the enemy before they became suspicious.
The crystal was a deadly thing under any circumstances, but now it was like a gallon tin of nitroglycerine; Jane, knowing the facts, would keep people out of its sphere of death.
Meanwhile, as Dave drove the helicopter towards Merion, the avalanche of action that he had initiated was rolling higher and higher.