Doctors Edwards and Harris shook their heads in unison. "You don't understand," explained Edwards.—"Recall his words?"
"Of course."
"And you apply no importance to them?"
"His theory sounds reasonable. Let Russia run her section—"
Harris snorted excitedly; he slapped the newspaper with the back of his hand. "Divide the world," he said, his voice rising in pitch. "Have you any idea of what that would mean?"
"Why—it still sounds sensible."
"Professor Milton is literal-minded to the extreme. Professor Milton is sheer genius—That is why he is employed in our institution."
"Then," snapped Ingalls, "why don't you keep him there?"
"We'd like to. The trouble is that Milton is genius and as such quite important to certain factions. His ability to solve problems hitherto unsolvable make him valuable. One of the problems he has encountered and solved is the way to leave our institution at any time. That is why we treat him as an employee instead of an inmate."
"So about this dividing business?"