"If they were gunning for us," said Harris in a voice that shook with hatred, "they'd do it this way!" Then he settled back again. "But would they waste mercurite on us?"
"As a means of keeping production open, we're worth mercurite," responded Lindsay. "And it might take something more than the ordinary to go out and eliminate men who have made a business of defusing the things. Assassination is almost impossible.
"And," he said reflectively, "we may be barking up the wrong tree. All I know is that we've a brand new type, and as usual I've called the entire group in to get the initial factors all complete. Are we a bunch of persecution-complexes that we think they're after us?"
"No," grinned Jack Grant, "but remind me to tell that idea to Ordnance. Eliminating the decontamination squadron is like poisoning a city by shutting off its sewage system, perhaps, but it is effective!"
"We'll forget the personal angle until we get this one solved," said Ralph Lindsay.
"Well, let's go," said Grant eagerly.
"We'll take this easily," objected Lindsay.
"No gambling instinct?" queried Grant with an amused smile.
"That's why he's boss," said Garrard dryly. "Lindsay has neither an ax to grind nor an ego to build up."
"Huh?" asked Grant.