"What does 'penetrated' mean?" Scotty inquired.
"But couldn't you have put the project in the Pentagon, or in the Atomic Energy Commission Building?" Rick pursued.
"Yes, except that it's top secret, even within the government. I doubt that more than two dozen people even know about it. Remember, the best security is not to let people even suspect that a thing exists."
"But the project has been penetrated," Scotty pointed out.
"We don't know that. The newspaper article gave no details, remember. Only that some unidentified scientists had gone insane. No location, no names, no anything of real value. And we have taken precautions. After all, you have the team chief. Only one man is left, and we hope to get him out of here, too."
Dodd swung open a door that opened into a bare outer office, and led them into an inner room where a man bent over a desk.
Rick knew his name. This was Dr. Humphrey Marks, the reluctant bachelor. All Rick could see for the moment was a bald head. It was completely bald, not even a fringe of hair remaining. It gleamed in the light of the desk lamp. Presently the bald pate revolved back and a truculent face stared up at them.
Dr. Marks looked like a man who had been born impatient. His underslung jaw thrust forward as he demanded, "Well, well? What is this, Dodd? Well? Who are these people?"
Dodd was unperturbed. "Dr. Brant, Dr. Weiss, and Richard Brant and Donald Scott."