"Stay for dinner," urged Gaya. She gave him the benefit of a brilliant smile, but Andrew shook his head.
"I've got to write an editorial," he said. "I've got to change one already written. I was a bit harsh about you, and I feel it was unfair. Perhaps you'll join us at dinner tomorrow?"
Gaya laughed. "You're speaking for Lenore, too?"
"Yes," nodded Andrew. "She'll be glad to see you."
"Then we'll be glad to come," said Gerd.
As he left, Gerd turned to his wife and said: "He'll bear watching."
"I caught your thought. He will. Shall I?"
"From time to time. Tremaine suspects. He is a brilliant man, Gaya, and for his own peace of mind, he must never know the truth."
"If he suspects," said Gaya thoughtfully, "it may mean that he has too little to do. There are many sciences—would it be possible to hint the way into one. That might occupy his mind enough to exclude the other question."