"Waiting?"
"For the rest of the crew, you know. This is serious."
"Well, it is in my district," laughed Grant. "Let the rest assemble. By the time they get here I'll have the fuse out and in one hand. Probably semi-disassembled."
"Jim Roberts was a good man," warned Lindsay.
"He was that."
"You're waiting."
"Why?"
"Because there seems to be more to this than meets the eye."
The door opened in time for the entering men to hear Lindsay's last words. Garrard and Harris came in quietly, sat down, and started to smoke. Garrard puffed his pipe with calm indifference, and Harris smoked furiously on a cigarette that he puffed into a long, hot ember that almost burned his lips. Garrard spoke first.